As I lay here feeling half-dead.
I still hear the voices repeating in my head.
How did I get so bad at life?
I was born to lose but I had to try.
For too long I've had a lead foot on the gas pedal of life.
Need to slow down and look at what's passing me by.
I could have peace if I would just lay down my axe.
This ain't my home I have nothing left to grind.
A prisoner trapped in my own mind.
I've got a mind of confession.
I never ever learn my lesson.
It's that fucking depression.
©budmac38
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