Is it my life's work to make my mother happy?
No, it isn't.
But I'm already stained
By decisions that were made
And a childhood we don't talk about
That I can never seem to escape
I ran and ran from it
Until I fell off the edge
And looked at my life objectively
From a strangers perspective
I saw guilt ridden madness
The only sins on display were mine
Wrapped in a blanket of sarcastic obligation
I wore their masks and tied my rhymes
Letting go of them was easy
After decades of lighting everything on fire
Once you burn yourself to dust
The only enemy is in your mind
My intrusive thoughts move in a circle
Round and round down the drain
Like a venomous snake biting its own tail
My blood and poison are the same
The hostile voice in my head is yours
It chases me every moment of the day
Hoping I'll believe what it says is true
But instead, I choose to be happy
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:08 AM UTC
Is it my life's work to make my mother happy?
No, it isn't.
But I'm already stained
By decisions that were made
And a childhood we don't talk about
That I can never seem to escape
I ran and ran from it
Until I fell off the edge
And looked at my life objectively
From a strangers perspective
I saw guilt ridden madness
The only sins on display were mine
Wrapped in a blanket of sarcastic obligation
I wore their masks and tied my rhymes
Letting go of them was easy
After decades of lighting everything on fire
Once you burn yourself to dust
The only enemy is in your mind
My intrusive thoughts move in a circle
Round and round down the drain
Like a venomous snake biting its own tail
My blood and poison are the same
The hostile voice in my head is yours
It chases me every moment of the day
Hoping I'll believe what it says is true
But instead, I choose to be happy
