i'm bleeding again, don't have a bandage

every bubble I entered, I got lost and attached

would I repeat the same mistake?

leave your baggage here

let me use your magical needle to my wound

I lose it halfway out of my despair

this phase feels strange and I long to be found

or I guess, we are better off standing alone

in this time when everything is unanswered

but why do I keep seeing people call each other their own

and people who know where their feet landed

I might just simply clueless

about what to do next after going out of my head

however, if I'd ever asked to slip out of this madness

this is so good that I'm scared

and my hands were shaking the other day

when nights came down, I could hear it crippled in

how I wish some of it had stayed

let me keep it, something mine