I have issues stuck in my head and I’m praying that they don’t stop me for getting my rest.
I am terrified about going to bed, I hesitate sleeping but I suppose thats enough said.
Meditation helps me get out of my head but it doesn’t last forever and I can’t get high instead.
I gotta learn to deal with my problems on my own.
No more taking substance, I need to deal with it alone.
I’m having a lot of trouble with my anxiety, I’m getting really desperate for some actual sleep.
I know it sounds depressing but try being me.
Live in my shoes and I’m sure you will see my troubles and I can’t fucking focus.
Asking where the fuck is life gonna take us.
I’m curious and I can’t help it to be honest.
I’m like a ghost wondering around in my pajamas.
Imagine if we could just live in the Bahamas.
Everything will be alright, baby I promise.
My problems are still lurking, (uh) breath taking.
Troubles are still lingering, (uh) controlling.
Devils getting mad at me but I’m ignoring him.
Sorry but I’m just not interested in binging anymore.
I don’t want her to have to find me on the floor.
That’s just the past now and it happened way too much before.
Demons are now begging me to take more.
Fuck no, (yeah) absolutely not.
If I did then I’ll be left to rot.
The ones who brag are the ones who talk about cooking dope in a fucking crockpot.
I ain’t gonna brag about my past, I’ll just talk about it to help others out.
Figure out how to live without the drugs, I’ll count them all out then flush them down with no doubt.
I have issues stuck in my head and I’m praying that they don’t stop me for getting my rest.
I am terrified about going to bed, I hesitate sleeping but I suppose thats enough said.
Meditation helps me get out of my head but it doesn’t last forever and I can’t get high instead.
I gotta learn to deal with my problems on my own.
No more taking substance, I need to deal with it alone.
I’m having a lot of trouble with my anxiety, I’m getting really desperate for some actual sleep.
I know it sounds depressing but try being me.
Live in my shoes and I’m sure you will see my troubles and I can’t fucking focus.
Asking where the fuck is life gonna take us.
I’m curious and I can’t help it to be honest.
I’m like a ghost wondering around in my pajamas.
Imagine if we could just live in the Bahamas.
Everything will be alright, baby I promise.
Let’s just focus on how we live without me taking potions.
It’s important but I don’t want to contradict myself into a negative.
I’ll be positive, day by day to keep my conscience always.
I still have cravings, pure drugs dreams about the depressants.
I have issues stuck in my head and I’m praying that they don’t stop me for getting my rest.
I am terrified about going to bed, I hesitate sleeping but I suppose thats enough said.
Meditation helps me get out of my head but it doesn’t last forever and I can’t get high instead.
DieSad
