Circles
Life's backhand to the face forced me to swallow my pride
So I cracked a brew to chase until the bottle resembled my mind
Empty
I never knew where it would get me
But I kept running like I'd get to something that could help me
Lord, I've prayed on knelt knees and publicly yelled pleas
Dreamt of jumping off of buildings and cracking the skulls of my enemies
I promise I'm not the type of guy that you'd want to be
I'll sell meds I got free then beg friends to not thieve
Relapse, drop Prozac, take shrooms and not sleep
Then a week later go sober and order decaf coffee
There must be something wrong with me
I'm running in circles and the devil is following
They tell me I need some fucking prescriptions to fix my conditions
But the stuff they've been giving is killing my spirit
Now I'm stuck in bed sleeping more often than not
Tossing and turning in a puddle of drool, sweat and snot
I'll somehow manage to take 12 steps in the right direction
Just to trip and end up flat on the bathroom floor
Gagging as my abdomen spasms back and forth
Mentally prepping to play cards with my dad and mum
I swear one day I'll look in the mirror and I'll be cool with it
But today is not that day and I'm feeling fucking through with this
I need to see through this mist or cease to exist
Cause my mum says I'm too senseless to be doing shit
But I don't give a fuck I think I'm living it up
Rapping about animal rights and prescription drugs
But in reality I'm just venting, desperate to fix myself
Has anything really changed? Well, fuck
So I cracked a brew to chase until the bottle resembled my mind
Empty
I never knew where it would get me
But I kept running like I'd get to something that could help me
Lord, I've prayed on knelt knees and publicly yelled pleas
Dreamt of jumping off of buildings and cracking the skulls of my enemies
I promise I'm not the type of guy that you'd want to be
I'll sell meds I got free then beg friends to not thieve
Relapse, drop Prozac, take shrooms and not sleep
Then a week later go sober and order decaf coffee
There must be something wrong with me
I'm running in circles and the devil is following
They tell me I need some fucking prescriptions to fix my conditions
But the stuff they've been giving is killing my spirit
Now I'm stuck in bed sleeping more often than not
Tossing and turning in a puddle of drool, sweat and snot
I'll somehow manage to take 12 steps in the right direction
Just to trip and end up flat on the bathroom floor
Gagging as my abdomen spasms back and forth
Mentally prepping to play cards with my dad and mum
I swear one day I'll look in the mirror and I'll be cool with it
But today is not that day and I'm feeling fucking through with this
I need to see through this mist or cease to exist
Cause my mum says I'm too senseless to be doing shit
But I don't give a fuck I think I'm living it up
Rapping about animal rights and prescription drugs
But in reality I'm just venting, desperate to fix myself
Has anything really changed? Well, fuck
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Writer(s): Colton Belley
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