Here we go with the same old shit
DamnIT, I thought I was done with it,
Tired again, and yet looking for more
From where or for what? I am not sure.
Once again my ideas are cloudy and shaded
my love of everything has somewhat faded,
This manic thinking draws out the stress
there’s no worse feeling than that, of a total mess.
Just when you think everything is all in its place
that neat package of bullshit blows up in your face.
I underestimate how manipulative and strikingly strong
why bother fighting? Much easier to just play along,
The more I try to control those big voices inside
the more they resist, defy and begin to collide.
A complete waste of time, is building a defense
made up of lies and a cocktail of antidepressants,
As much as I attempt to change who I am,
I am reminded that I am, who I am, and that’s all I am really am…. huh?