| I’m at the point of mental combustion, stuck in this rut and
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| All this extra weight just results in self destruction
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| Beatin' up myself I need to find some kind of peace
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| So I take that walk to the corner bar searching for release
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| Twist the caps and throw 'em back that’s how I numb the sorrows
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| Getting lost inside a bottle forgettin' all my tomorrows
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| Spoken word and smokin' herb to try and calm my nerves
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| Turning my lungs death black, guess it’s what I deserve
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| Through all the cheap escapes used to break free from reality
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| From all the pills and all the thrills that pull me down like gravity
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| In actuality, I bring this pain upon myself
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| So whatever the case, don’t take this as a cry for help
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| Contemplating the next step in this mysterious journey, yearning,
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| this passion is burning
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| For the cure to stop my stomach from turning
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| I’d do anything to constrain this pain of my brain it’s hard to stay sane with
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| a weight upon my shoulders
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| That’s much more heavier than boulders
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| Building up pressure inside it feels like I’m about to burst
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| To tell you the truth talking about it just makes me feel worse
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| Like I’m living a curse that’s got me destined for destruction
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| And when depression sets in it makes things difficult to function
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| Trying to make things all right but wrong’s the only thing that’s left
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| Can’t even write this song right 'cause I don’t know treble or bass clef
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| Living my life day to day without knowing what comes next
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| See that’s what fuels my frustration, it’s not so complex |