Tired... But I'm not.
I have too much
on my mind.

Always.
I go, and go, and go
Distraught.

My brain a maze.
A maze.
I'm amazed.

I go through the motions.
Commotion.
I live in the moment.
You notice? Broken.

I malfunction.
Dysfunction.

What is wrong with me?
Just want to be free.
It's agony.

I cry.
July.
Descent.
I resent.
Myself.
Repent.

All I want is to make You proud
am I allowed?

I think I do...
Maybe.
Am I
just a cry baby?

You claim "It's okay, I've got you.
I hold you. I'll take your burdens."
I struggle to discern
that You are for me.
Guaranteed.
I can't get enough.
Cause You don't bluff.