Sometimes I feel the weight of my self conscious caving in on me.
Asleep at the wheel, self medication gets me through those times of need.
Another life time another person myself once removed these words arent mine.
My emotion, stripped of ego my honesty, my peace of mind.
Do what you want, say what you will those words they dont bother me anymore now.
Self medication, my salvation I dont need you anymore.
Sometimes I feel the world is out to get me, helpless and Im paranoid.
Too blind to see the wreckage left behind me of everything that Ive destroyed.
Sometimes I feel that I dont have a purpose and life just seems to pass me by.
Stagnate in one place and nothing every changes I never think to question why.
Every thing I hate is everything I am another freaked out fucked up worthless man.
You could break my legs but Id still run I cant deny what I have become.
I killed the pain of life mundane now everything slowly circles down the drain.
Cant break free the feeling is way too strong I cant deny where I belong.