I'm tired of asking favors
From the ones with the same behaviors
I can only see
What they place in front of me
Scratching at the surface
With no feeling only purpose
Trying to free my mind
A fraction at a time
No more pity
No more running
I'm tryna find my mind
But its always up to something
I cant feel what I used to feel
Or long how long it'll take to heal
Opposition has the upper hand
While I try to make amends
Running in circles
Forcing my hand
You try to break me
While I try to stand
No new beginnings
Only new ends
I am
But the creation of my own sin
Molded by
The fury I hold within
A product of my own sin