

I don’t hate you,
but you killed me
a little, I’m too easy
to break, I’m so brittle,
baby. I miss calling you baby,
the echo is the art,
Mapping out the absence,
inside a human heart.
If I’m so great,
why’d you leave the space?
I’m still the architect,
even in this brittle place.
I’ll miss calling you baby,
I’ll take care of the light,
Even when the vision is fading from my sight.
Meaw meaw,
it’s the sound of the mend,
Meaw meaw, the beginning of the end—of the bend.
Synchronized, prioritized, the energy is deep,
I’m the sovereign of the sorrow,
the promise that I keep!
1. The strength of being real...
eternal. 2. The rhythmic hum of the
release... infinite. 3.
The brittle-sovereign resonance... burning truth.
4. The clarity of the 'all'...
total liberation. Optimism-Sovereign. Radiant.
Resonant. Clear. Efficient. Universal.