There are thoughts that keep us up at night,
One's that stress my mind,
Rarely talk about them,
Cause I'm scared of what I'll find,
Sitting eating lip,
Wondering just why,
All these little nibbles,
Keep me in this state of mind,
Flow like water, but the flood stays inside
Always fucking wondering,
well what do I believe?
I guess that is the question that I'm trying to see,
It's do I give a fuck,
Contemplating through these things,
And if they're just bad luck, or they come to down to me
Do I take the blame,
Do I knuckle down,
Do I try to escape,
Do I run from Town,
Do I start a new life,
Do I de-xist,
Do I preach to the mass,
Or quit my own bliss,
Cause I'm stuck in this, mind of mine,
I may not fucking like it, but I guess I'm doing fine,
When I'm walking down the street, I wear my head high,
People who are close to me, don't worry im alright,
Cause I'm stuck in this, mind of mine,
I may not fucking like it, but I guess I'm doing fine,
When I'm walking down the street, I wear my head high,
People who are close to me, don't worry im alright,
Things I could of said, things I could of done,
Things that never happened,
and the ones that came undone,
Repercussions of decisions, made mostly on the fly,
Delerium on a saturday when I wash them from my life,
hard work on a monday, mind broken by thursday,
propping up yourself, while others are leaning,
Just a big kid, I have trouble learning,
taking your advice is a problem, in which I'm dealing,
but when you just listen, I don't like the feeling,
like im dressed up as an onion and its layers your peeling,
Never been the kind to share my thoughts,
But I guess I'm kind of lonely when they take up my lot,
Always running, never staying, mind explosive,
thoughts overflowing, there touch is corrosive,
Hope one day im not afraid to discuss it,
open up my mind, and try to unlock it.
One's that stress my mind,
Rarely talk about them,
Cause I'm scared of what I'll find,
Sitting eating lip,
Wondering just why,
All these little nibbles,
Keep me in this state of mind,
Flow like water, but the flood stays inside
Always fucking wondering,
well what do I believe?
I guess that is the question that I'm trying to see,
It's do I give a fuck,
Contemplating through these things,
And if they're just bad luck, or they come to down to me
Do I take the blame,
Do I knuckle down,
Do I try to escape,
Do I run from Town,
Do I start a new life,
Do I de-xist,
Do I preach to the mass,
Or quit my own bliss,
Cause I'm stuck in this, mind of mine,
I may not fucking like it, but I guess I'm doing fine,
When I'm walking down the street, I wear my head high,
People who are close to me, don't worry im alright,
Cause I'm stuck in this, mind of mine,
I may not fucking like it, but I guess I'm doing fine,
When I'm walking down the street, I wear my head high,
People who are close to me, don't worry im alright,
Things I could of said, things I could of done,
Things that never happened,
and the ones that came undone,
Repercussions of decisions, made mostly on the fly,
Delerium on a saturday when I wash them from my life,
hard work on a monday, mind broken by thursday,
propping up yourself, while others are leaning,
Just a big kid, I have trouble learning,
taking your advice is a problem, in which I'm dealing,
but when you just listen, I don't like the feeling,
like im dressed up as an onion and its layers your peeling,
Never been the kind to share my thoughts,
But I guess I'm kind of lonely when they take up my lot,
Always running, never staying, mind explosive,
thoughts overflowing, there touch is corrosive,
Hope one day im not afraid to discuss it,
open up my mind, and try to unlock it.
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