I'm under so much stress
They wouldn't second guess
No matter how good I dress
That I'm still a ******* mess

My mind seems quite disbard
Emotional ******
But 20 plus roses
Get a free card

And..maybe a note to say
"I love you"
Well *******
Well who knew?

I'm slowly losing my mind
Hit pause,
Break for a second
Rewind...
...I'm fine

But I'm not though
I wanna stop bro
Thoughts so hot? No
I've got to go.

Repressing the feeling
Its not so appealing
That I'm still hear breathing
This life is deceiving

Yeah I'm a state...
I'm irate...
Self masticate..
With four tinnies like a reprobate.

So who am I now?
Will I figure it out?
Will it all just be doubt?
Deep though,sat with a pout.

**I'm out