Intoxicated by the lies,
it becomes hard to breathe.
It's never enough, always needing more,
so here I am, begging please.
Pleading for a way out,
even praying on my knees.
The door is locked,
yet I'm starin' at the keys.

Torn apart inside,
consider me deceased.
Barley getting by as I
pick up piece by piece.
So close and yet so far,
always in search for relief.
With you in my head only
obsession occurs, it's hard to find peace.

These distorted thoughts they never chill.
Consumed with fear and ready to kill.
I myself limit my own skill.
My doubt drowns my dreams more
than failure ever will.

The voices are not easy to deceive.
Unaware how bad it got with this disease.
Soaking up all that malicious intent,
explosive, be ready to grieve.
Taken a back by good orderly direction,
I suddenly freeze.

This can't be my pitiful end, as I mope.
What I been doing can't be the only
way to cope.
I'm beyond drained, is there hope?
Can I still believe if I reach
out for the rope?

Where there is belief, faith follows,
lend me an ear.
Don't give up, is what I hear.
Life seems to have these different tiers.
Simply put, let go of yesterday's
tomorrow's for
today is already here...

© REDS


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