I wonder why I lay in bed awake,
Demons running through my mind that I can never shake,
I wanna live my dreams but thoughts inside my head tell me that I cant succeed and I dont have what it takes

Fear grips my body as I convulse and shake,
I need to find some help before I fear it is to late,
the burden weighing on my shoulders is too much to carry,
could not even afford the coin to offer to the ferry.

death would bring me no peace, the shadows creeping over my shoulder, always watching me, praying on my mental disease, I beg and plead "would you just let me be?"

Apparently the real me is akwardly tight rope walking precariously, hilariously unable to cope with the heresy, I cant bear it see, the way I seem to be is embarrassing, feel like Jenny in that terrace scene, when she was high on morphine and contemplated jumping from the balcony, that **** vibes with me.