Testo True Wealth

I felt boundless and lone
Simply composed
Edgeless and deserted
Intact while overexerted
Lately I'm being stretched too thin
Leaving small pieces of myself to places I've been
Eventual trails of arms and legs to rediscover and recollect again
Stop convincing yourself that there's no true wealth in anybody else Lock all the doors so no one gets in
Revisit your old conversations
Until you know just how you're suppose to feel
Look all your doors
Double-bolt yourself in
Retrace your steps for something you may have missed
Everything's beautiful as long as it doesn't concern me