No one knows the things going on in my head,
Most is better left unsaid.
If let out I could be sent to an institution,
I\'ll explode if you bitches keep pushing.
Sometimes I feel like this battle I\'m losing,
So bad when it\'s over I\'m looking for the bruising.
Some of my past I try not to remember,
But it\'s always there like a family member.
A couple of years ago I lost my right eye so I feel like a beginner,
Sometimes I\'m a saint but mostly a sinner.
I feel as if these walls are closing in,
I\'d take a Xanax, Valium or even a Rufilin.
Feel like I\'m done here with nothing left to prove,
But so much to do that I can\'t fucking move.
Life is a fish and I\'m fighting this reel,
And fighting like hell not to feel.
The everyday struggle is getting to much,
I\'ve already lost my sight, what\'s next my touch?
Fighting and fighting with no end in sight,
The color is fading and I\'m left with black and white.