You've Got, A Hold of me, Again...
How long, Have you been, ..My closest friend..
Saw me through All those nights, That felt like they, would never end.
All those fights, With myself, Only knowing how to call On you for help...
Oh, How Dependent I have become Trying to be me, While you keep me being someone else.
And look how far we have come, Trying not to acknowledge, All the questions deep inside. Thinking of how I forgot myself, They arise.
Not just trying, I'm doing Everything I know intuitively, to bring my heart out into everything, This is as real as I get! And as close, to admitting, as I'll get That I have a problem, And I live inside of it, It's eating my soul alive, Somehow my ego survived it, as if, It doesn't know it's going to die yet.
But, that's what I get.
Stuck in tomorrow, It came so fast, One moment I was wishin' The infinite in me would last, But now I'm relying on visions, Looking back at glimpses, in my past, to gain insight, on how to get it ALL back.
Never realized I was so off track, until I couldn't go back. Soul mates walked passed, fates wait on souls who forgot their paths... Everything just is, nothing good or bad Choices gain significance as you travel farther ahead. Gotta live a little for this to make sense, Gotta have been where few go Know where not to go again, to understand the importance, of beig consciously aware in every moment, Think you aint shit Base your decisions on this, end up in shitty positions, Asking God why? Cause it can be hard, to look out, From inside, focus on the you, You need to find.
When you're obsessed with yourself, Your problems have become, Bigger than the help.
Soon you won't have a chance, Killing yourself.
Feeding the mental parasites, that feel so real, Getting in the way of everyday life, Just having to deal Is too much for myself, Personally i need to feel, to escape from myself.
Tied to so many illusions, Money, cars, pretty women, Drugs, and alcohol... The night life in the city, always bound to call. Love being surrounded by culture, living for a night, like we're rich. Drinking in v.i.p. makes me, feel so fuckin' associated.
Stayin' way too sedated, weed in the safe, with the zip locks and scales. Weed dryin' out that aint for sale. I can get it all, Made all the wrong connections, But atleast I can fuck myself up without question.. People think I aint shit, But they need to try me Find out I'm dangerous Skinny white boy doesn't give a shit Aimless Lost everything I came here for I'm just trying to live Yet they'll always take more if you don't have money, Your soul is a prime candidate. All these fucking zombies Half awake just capable enough, of completing tasks throughout the day, But they never ask about who threw out their days, why their livin' lies lettin' their only slot of time go to waste.
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