You don't want to go to bed, you don't want to see the sun,
You don't want a new start, you just want it to be done,
You  don't want to have to worry about being right or doing sins,
You don't want to sit and waste, keeping your thoughts strong, making your face bend-
Now you wish you could stay positive, look to another end,
but the problem is you're scared to allow your life to extend
and I've been in that place, where there's no way out but to wait it out-
But how long does it have to be without the screams and shouts?
All these bad feelings, the omens that follow me,
Following me right behind, in and out my mind until I can no longer foresee
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In the end, I have no options or prophecies
I think of me and see all of what could have been and couldn't be
In my mind, shut out from the gold, I try to get over the truth that has been told-
In reality, it's just the love that I lack, just ignore the reasons why there's a wall in my face and a cliff at my back
So should I climb or fall into the sack that never closes or opens but just pulls its handles back
Click clack they say when they're clambering together inside my head not letting me relax
And I swear I'd be in jail if only the jury could see all of the horrific acts that happen inside of me
MY MIND it never stops thinking, shut out from the gold, will you ever see how I'm thinking?