my head dont quit about to have a fit
use to think i was made for this shit
wheres my dismissal wheres my acquittal
never could i play the fidel
i dwell on the past wounds that never heal
i know the deal my fault for real
i wont move forward stuck in the rearview
i dont have a clue what to do
no one to turn too its advice i wont use
whats the use you cant get in my head
i might as well be dead
it aint nothing new
been fighting these demons since the womb
i know them better then you
they been with me since before i knew
they try to get me when i sleep
its the only time they find me weak
i am on constant guard which is hard
i think its honorable not to be vulnerable
walls should impenetrable but my foe is formidable
so your faith needs to be impregnable

© JTBoyd