caged thoughts pt.II

Dad said listen your mind and not your feelings son
But what I do when some days I don't feel none
Not sad
Not mad
Not glad
I crash on my bed and start to stare at none
It feels numb
Wondering turns to hoping that I'll feel some

I pray to god he'll give me the same strength as Samson
But this stress got me losing my hair, so I'm afraid it's all gone
I'm telling Hughes I got dreams to be the next Langston son
But when the devil found out, his envy tried to kill me with a handgun
As if I'm trying to save the Elric sons
I'm sorry mom your handsome son might turn into a bygone
I'm giving myself space and putting Yahweh in the middle now
So it's more like bye, I'm gone

Battling with these demons feels more like a 3 on 1
All alone
Dancing around my empty dome with two left feet and I'm pigeon toed
They say you're too young but when it's convenient I'm suddenly grown
My anxiety at its highest levels that I can't even bone
My closet doesn't have that many skeletons in it
But it's got a lot of bones
I've lost my strength
So I'm just gonna leave these unturned stones

It feels like in order to live life I gotta take out a bunch loans, why?
Almost like Tokita Ohma
Traumatized by all the good times of my pastime
Nothing feels the same no more
So I reminisce in order to past time
Hoping when I get a chance it won't be like the last time

I'm always ending up as the bad guy
I'm always asking the man in the mirror why
I keep my sanity by thanking the many things from the most high
I used to fantasize about committing suicide
But just couldn't disappoint the people that loved me more than myself
Well maybe that's the problem



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Writer(s): Quintin Smith
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