My Mind Is An Animal
If only you could see the pain inside
My thoughts, they'd make you think of suicide
My mind is trapped inside of a cage
Begging to be let out, but I'm scared to turn the page
I don't know what lies ahead
My mind races while I'm lying in bed
My thoughts are the eternal blocks of which I'm made
However, they are also that of which I'm afraid
My mind breaks me down... it hurts
It brings me back to my very birth
Born three months early, I wasn't supposed to live
So why don't i just give up?
Why don't I just go and grab my knife
And shove it straight through my own windpipe
Because the doctors and all those people were right
I wasn't supposed to make it, so why not expire tonight?
Into these thoughts I have, I'm afraid to go deeper
I'm starting to think, I'm my own grim reaper