Inner struggles

Addicted to the pain I feel, restricted from the drugs that heal.

Afflicted and I'm fixing to get flexing on the trigger still.

I'm wishing that my mindset would be hindsight as I digest

all self righteous petty nonsense that stays weighing on my conscious, chill.

 

Take a breath relax, rewind the motion, take a seat sit back.

Fake a smile, make it fact. Fuck the hate, you know your stance.

Let them glance, do your dance. Misery don't need no chance,

at making you it's company so come with me I'll take your hand.