Child mind

I'm tired of living all of this

I keep plundging into the abyss

Deceptions after Deceptions

Questioning my presence and my feelings

Wondering if swinging from the ceiling could bring me away with wings

Feeling like i'm losing my closest friends coz of my shit temperament

Sick of being scared of what people think of me

I'm sorry for my family that worries about me I just can't seem to see

That i'm just sick of being sick

This is just called being pessimistic

But something inside me don't want it to end

It doesn't want any responsibilities

Subliminal imagining, see?

 

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Yeah that's real easy to say

Must be something you want me to see

But for years my demons all agree'd to stay for a while

They broke me, they used fire

My hour as come i'll rest higher..