I can't become who I want to be
Stuck inside this embodiment of thoughts and emotions.
I need someone to help me see
I need someone to set me free,
My highs and lows are a daily constant
They never fade away; they're there to remind me,
That my situation is ever changing and ever present.
I can't make the most of this without thinking rationally.
My thought intercepts my happiness,
My longing for happiness gets in the way of my thoughts.
Just another sick, and twisted paradox for me; no remorse.
The end of this futile phase is drawing near.
Who comes out on the other side is who i fear.
