Mind Games

The whole world in my hand I'm feeling weightless
Ready the stainless the blood flow like ink on the pages
Been feeling anxious lately
You know I'd rather be dead and remembered than living and not
Seeing the signs, my blurred vision, to whom it may not concern
Praying you find me here and return, please
Bring all my friends and everybody that loved me
And tell them I don't deserve to be freed from my past

Present don't ask questions, mask is misdirection
Empty the flask the pills messing, guess it's a blessing
Gotta keep on pretending, death on my bed is caressing
End of the line and I'm stressing
Don't make it sound so depressing, ninety-nine
Run out of time and I blew it, tried to kill and subdue it
Please stay a while cause I can't
I'm flying high but my mood swinging like Pacquiao
But shit look at me now, I'm nothing less than the greatest
Now marvel at my creation



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Clemente
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