I look into the mirror to see what I've become
Help is what I need so I am reaching out for some
But for every time I open my mouth to speak
My mind crumbles and my words become weak

My friends say I'm changing and not for the better
That I'm drowning in my words, beneath  every letter
That they no longer recognise the person that I am
And soon there'll be nothing left of this little lamb

My mind is tearing itself right down the middle
What's left of it, I fear may be less than just a little
I'm no longer proud of the man I am today
For my choices always put  my mind  in harm's way