More often than before feels like i won't make it through the day
Theres no end in sight no change despite im stronger than before
Yeah, im prepared to carry all the weight upon my back
And take responsibility for what ive done
A conious mind is a happy mind! What a crock of sh**
If so tell me why my cross is getting heavier to carry around
Sometimes the weight is all to much
So, when i sit there all aphatic changing chanels on tv
Upon my a**, its like a neverending dream
The images flickers by in a endless stream
I dont know how much longer i can take it
Ive never realized that ones selfconfidence could be eradicted all just like that
Im overwhelmed by catastrophys, soaps, gameshows, sports and adultary
I close my eyes i bite my teeth hands to fists and i scream and thinking this can't be me
I can stand right there beside myself and see it pacify my mind
And i just sit there listless, f** i hate those times
The times i hate myself all eaten up
Sometimes all the conscience builds up to a grindstone around my neck
At those times and moments of temporary weakness & hopelessness
Id really like to not care but i just f**ing can't
My need of convenience is luckily weaker than the satisfaction of being righteous
You know im just that kinda guy…….all annoying!