Two steps forward, one step back,
It’s still one step forward, though I lose track.
Baby steps, baby steps, keep trudging along;
Baby steps, baby steps, till I ring that gong.
Lying to you to lie to myself
Cause I don’t wanna dust the cobwebs off that shelf.
Probably need to go to therapy,
Don’t wanna admit that I struggle taking care of me.
Don’t wanna admit, don’t wanna commit
But I have to do something, put on that boxing mitt.
Gotta be open, stop the lies, stop the fears;
Scared to mess it up again, there’s been too many tears.
Shut down, run away, self-destruct, replay
It’s all I've ever known, but I know the cycle must stop someday.
What future will I have? What life could we build?
I just know I won’t find out being this weak-willed.
Baby steps, baby steps, keep trudging along;
Baby steps, baby steps, till I ring that gong.
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Cheyenne Harbison
I am 25 years old and living in NC. I've always loved writing about various topics that interest me and sharing with people. For updates on new releases, find me on Instagram at daisydragonflower. Enjoy my work!
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