This fall
I fell
In the darkness
Like the leaves falling to the ground
I fell
Lost me steps
Lost my path
My oath
To follow only me
I lost my tracts
I been searching for all the wrong things
When I was filled in mud
I saw
How I had done things
How do I get out
Of this misery
How do I pick my self up
If it’s like quick sand
It pulls me deeper and deeper
That harder I move to get out
The stronger it pulls me in
Quick
Don’t move stay still
Don’t forget to breath
Don’t move
If you move it will swallow you whole
