Channeling all my energy until I reach the point of no return I might lose myself
The room with barricade is fixed in nature but the war is just against myself.

I might fight and slumber and I might fall and stumble but I am still back on my feet
Loosing my focus is still one of the reasons I refuse to stay anywhere but on my feet.

Making decisions like the future doesn't matter but all I want is the war to be won
Bringing the fight back to my self because I believe I have to fight to be won.

A closet of memories cleared out I really need to focus on what I want for myself
My war room is a fiction but in my mind I want all the wars worn just by myself.m