| More often than before feels like i won’t make it through the day
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| Theres no end in sight no change despite im stronger than before
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| Yeah, im prepared to carry all the weight upon my back
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| And take responsibility for what ive done
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| A conious mind is a happy mind! |
| What a crock of shit
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| If so tell me why my cross is getting heavier to carry around
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| Sometimes the weight is all to much
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| So, when i sit there all aphatic changing chanels on tv
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| Upon my ass, its like a neverending dream
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| The images flickers by in a endless stream
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| I dont know how much longer i can take it
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| Ive never realized that ones selfconfidence could be eradicted all just like
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| that
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| Im overwhelmed by catastrophys, soaps, gameshows, sports and adultary
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| I close my eyes i bite my teeth hands to fists and i scream and thinking this
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| can’t be me
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| I can stand right there beside myself and see it pacify my mind
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| And i just sit there listless, fuck i hate those times
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| The times i hate myself all eaten up
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| Sometimes all the conscience builds up to a grindstone around my neck
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| At those times and moments of temporary weakness & hopelessness
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| Id really like to not care but i just fucking can’t
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| My need of convenience is luckily weaker than the satisfaction of being
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| righteous
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| You know im just that kinda guy… all annoying! |