when thinking takes to much thought
and Sane is something I'm not,
guidelines of right and wrong disappears,
speak of the devil and he appears,
teasing and taunting,
scaring and haunting.
afraid of everything I see,
trying so hard not to be me.
losing all control,
missing every goal.
until the morning breaks
continuing these aches.
never be the same,
playing the same game.
*over and over and over.