16 X 8

Sixteen and eight guided by the hand of frustration

A nervous wreck rose red

Tongue-tied at the prospect of conversation

I tremble at the circumstance

Each ring tells me that I have no chance

Persist, persist there's no safety net

But a free fall on your own terms is the only way to get

Clarity for the journey you've been missing all along

Crush the rhetoric of the voices that said I was wrong

The world won't wait so fuck the mold

There are stories to be made and told

I refuse to be the sum of my fears

Sixteen and eight have been the best of years

Faith fading, you're mistaken to think that we're still able to share the same vision now

I've been shunned from your table

Back to basics

These faces still terrify me

Back to basics

Fuck you, I'm breaking free

And now I'm not alone

Thanks to this outlet now I have grown