Trying everything I can
To have a better plan
My thoughts are filled with lies
Of myself through a broad span
I lie to myself about me
I try not to always overthink
Sometimes it's easier
To pass away in my mind
But it gets harder in real life
Wine stains on my shirt
6 Feet under dirt
Death, an easy flirt
My face into the curb
Easier a thought
Than easily done
I bum myself out
Until further I become
Drown myself out all of today
My mind is where it likes to stay
Wash me away
From this place
And wipe the worry
Off my face
I find myself going back and fourth
It's like a heat wave it won't stop its scorcher
I find myself going back and fourth
It's like a heat wave it won't stop its scorcher
I'm in my head
Thinking of what you said
A vicious cycle without an end
I'm trying hard
To let it go
I'm in my head so I'll never know