Maria Jotta
Adriana Cotes
Breathe out, slow burn in my gut
Slowly constricting me
Tumble down, they say you have to have the nerve
To get everything you've been wishing for
Breathing what little life I have left
My metamorphosis
Breathing what little life I had left
Drowning in my own metabolic waste
A metamorphosis that breaks my back
My metamorphosis