i'm having conversations with myself does the voice inside my head have my best interests at heart i feel i'm always fighting an uphill battle and that voice is bringing me down
what is that voice? is it me? am i arguing with myself? is it...are you?
i feel the divide its not speaking now but when it does i cant control it it must not be me
and what of him in heated conversations he does stop debating at some points is he conversing with someone else? who does he consult with?
you've ask me to pray with you but your god isn't listening look around we, make our own fortunes we, carve our own paths we, sleep in the beds we've made we, dig our own graves
why must you focus on my weakness the smallest part of me this is why i stay away from ones like you who see depression in innocence's and always question when things don't go their way
i watched you burn pathetic fool when will you learn this life isn't catered just for you isn't that a shame
open the front door to your freedoms a step away but always out of reach you were only meant to believe you could grasp at nothing and produce something of yourself
intelligence visits those with the patience to lend their ears its only fitting you should know you'll never make it out of here to reconnect on a level of trust, impossible so far away from mending a broken soul as you cry over the parts you have sold this path you've chosen isn't set in stone
this world is never what it seems even for fucken drama queens who live their lives like storybooks but in the end they always look the other side so welcoming tricked into giving up their dreams and all they'll have to sells their soul can keep their minds its full of holes