I must confess, that there’s something fucking wrong with me

A little piece of who I am is dying daily

Sitting with the gods, serenity feels fucking great

Intrusive thoughts have left me brain dead and forced to fake

Letting go is the fucking answer

Take me back 4 years maybe it’d be different

15/28, I want to feel alive again

Motivation lacking due to this constricting snake

Hiding behind metaphors, and words of wisdom made of steel

Face these demons, admit you’ve fallen, ill

Make me feel alive again

Stop fucking with me

My mind is my enemy

Help me find serenity

Haunted by the best days of my life, I created a time period that lived up to the expectations of anyone seeking Fulfilment, only for it to be taken away day after day by my own fucking mind, you putrid fucking snake

Someone by my side it doesn’t fucking matter

You couldn’t cure me I will never feel better

15/28 this phrase may not mean much to you

I want it back and now I know what to do

Hiding behind metaphors, and words of wisdom made of steel

Face these demons, admit you’ve fallen

Hiding behind metaphors, and words of wisdom made of steel

Face these demons, admit you’ve fallen, ill

From this fucking day I will not let you have control of me

Stuck a dagger in-between the heart of insincerity

15/28 I say this phrase, one last time

Mental health will make you re-think your entire life

Hiding behind metaphors, and words of wisdom made of steel

Face these demons, admit you’ve fallen

Hiding behind metaphors, and words of wisdom made of steel

Face these demons, admit you’ve fallen, ill