James Roach

My Demons

James Roach
My Demons

25 Plays

03 Nov 2017

Yeah I’m stuck in my head x2 Yeah I’m stuck in my head Am I dead Reliving my life again Payin for my sins Is this a flashback for the shit I did Is this payback for who I’ve been My patience is wearin thin I think I’ve seen all this Ripples through my skin Do I gotta face the demons within How do I win Notify my next of kin It’s gonna be some messy shit Where does it end I think I’m flyin off the hinges I’m convinced it’s vengeance Can’t control what my pen writ I’m pinned with the sentence that’s been printed with resentment It’s relentless leavin me tormented It’s endless This has got to be some sick shit Twisted and demented Horrendous Flip the scrip and just end it Turn the page and just skip this I feel my mind has been neglected A virus infected burrowed and nested Festered I just can’t seem to digest it Fuck anyone that says it’s Nothing at all call the quits Quit being desperate Lately I’ve been restless I need to best this and find the nearest exit How else can I express it Without being excessive Are you getting the message I need to confess this mess it’s getting stressed and I don’t know if I’ve messed with getting help it’s Developed it’s own intelligence Something I should have dealt with Maybe if I repressed it You would’ve guessed it It didn’t affect it But it subjected, me only further into this hell pit Well shit I guess hell is where I should have sent it. How do I get out, how do I live Where to now, I’ve got nothing left to give

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7 years ago

Yeah I’m stuck in my head x2 Yeah I’m stuck in my head Am I dead Reliving my life again Payin for my sins Is this a flashback for the shit I did Is this payback for who I’ve been My patience is wearin thin I think I’ve seen all this Ripples through my skin Do I gotta face the demons within How do I win Notify my next of kin It’s gonna be some messy shit Where does it end I think I’m flyin off the hinges I’m convinced it’s vengeance Can’t control what my pen writ I’m pinned with the sentence that’s been printed with resentment It’s relentless leavin me tormented It’s endless This has got to be some sick shit Twisted and demented Horrendous Flip the scrip and just end it Turn the page and just skip this I feel my mind has been neglected A virus infected burrowed and nested Festered I just can’t seem to digest it Fuck anyone that says it’s Nothing at all call the quits Quit being desperate Lately I’ve been restless I need to best this and find the nearest exit How else can I express it Without being excessive Are you getting the message I need to confess this mess it’s getting stressed and I don’t know if I’ve messed with getting help it’s Developed it’s own intelligence Something I should have dealt with Maybe if I repressed it You would’ve guessed it It didn’t affect it But it subjected, me only further into this hell pit Well shit I guess hell is where I should have sent it. How do I get out, how do I live Where to now, I’ve got nothing left to give

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