the bearer of the truths

Cradled in the claw, felt safe
But the grasp turned into a squeeze slowly
And now the nails pressed on my throat
Slipped to getaway left a scar in the worst place

And you’d say: This is chill, but it's temporary
Like a childhood or nice scenery
But with seasons, the scenery changes
It’s okay. Don’t explain it, Mariah

And you’d say: Don't it sting in the most subtle way?
Like a scraped knee? Or love you can't save
Give it time and just watch it all fade
Just please don't explain it, Mariah