I think I'll sit here for a while
And let my troubles pile.
It's only been a couple years
And I'm just in denial.
I have a couple brand new fears
Some of them have led me here
Where I am blind, I cannot see
What all this chaos does to me.
I should fight this then be free
From the illness of misery
But I fail to find the time
In my head, my conscious crime.
I don't rhyme very often, but it's rewarding when I come up with something decent