Story of my Life As a Witness

I write lyrics because it's my blood, No one knows about what is good what is bad or what I should, Everyday is a constant struggle, I need a hug, to far from brakes to the Metal, I wanna settle without this constant battle that seems to rattle when I straddle, the pain in my brain that says I'm the asshole, the Mass though, the cash flow is where it's at though, facts though that you know where your mind goes, but mine knows, what time shows and how the mind blows, and slows and starts to decompose, the knowledge anyone knows, but it flows and than it sinks, the mind brinks until it's depleted, conceded, and finally finished, it's The Story of my life as a Witness,