My mind is a mess
Racing, pounding and tearing at its self
Tell me I’m not insane
If my memory serves
I’ll forget in time
Coming to the same conclusion
Yes, functionally insane
But insane none the less
Forcing myself through the same broken cycle
On auto pilot
Expecting different results
Because I have to believe
Things can’t turn out the same
It just isn’t sane to think so
Is it?
Am I a weak soul driven by a strong will?
Or a weak will possessed by a strong soul?
What forces me on myself in this way?
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
My mind is a mess
Racing, pounding and tearing at its self
Tell me I’m not insane
If my memory serves
I’ll forget in time
Coming to the same conclusion
Yes, functionally insane
But insane none the less
Forcing myself through the same broken cycle
On auto pilot
Expecting different results
Because I have to believe
Things can’t turn out the same
It just isn’t sane to think so
Is it?
Am I a weak soul driven by a strong will?
Or a weak will possessed by a strong soul?
What forces me on myself in this way?
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