What's going on in this mind of mine?
I say the past is the past but maybe that's a lie,
Because every night I find myself crying.
No, I couldn't tell you the reason why,
I feel guilty like this life is a crime,
So what's the point to keep trying?
Then I wrangle my thoughts to keep em in line
Though it's the dark place in myself I always find.
Tell me to rethink what's going through this mind,
Tell me again that I'm beautiful and kind.
But soon the hours in the day start to grind,
And it's back to the fight to even climb.
I've played this track too many times.
And since every bad thought rhymes,
I pray for a change.