Seems I'm in a constant battle
Fighting this war within myself
Trying to keep my thoughts pure and simple
Far above everything else

So many times I'm on the front line
With my mind like a gun in hand
Waving it in every direction
Shooting myself in the foot instead

If I don't set up a sentry
To check my thoughts I.D. at the door
Before I know it the enemy surrounds me
Back again to losing  this war

And just by chance I think the battle is over
Celebrating at the slightest victory
That is when I should duck and cover
Before the enemy sinks his teeth in me

They say there's no rest for the weary
Being weary far out weighs the cost
Hitting the battle line in every corner of my mind
To keep pure and simple all my thoughts