All these voices yelling in my head
Keep saying no that's not what I said
I don't want to lose myself today be
Left to soak in this endless dread
Each day is like a gun to the head Wondering when the trigger will pull
Then I fall dead
But I'm not gone yet
I take that that's a sign to progress
To rise above with the rest
Not death
Not hate
Not guilt served on a silver platter
But the truth is it's all mind over matter.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
All these voices yelling in my head
Keep saying no that's not what I said
I don't want to lose myself today be
Left to soak in this endless dread
Each day is like a gun to the head Wondering when the trigger will pull
Then I fall dead
But I'm not gone yet
I take that that's a sign to progress
To rise above with the rest
Not death
Not hate
Not guilt served on a silver platter
But the truth is it's all mind over matter.
Sometimes we have to go to that dark place to truly find ourselves. Some don't come out but the ones who do accomplish wonders.
