I love to run from my problems the problem I can never out run them that's called a conundrum my life so humdrum sometimes I feel like a dumbdum for what i let it become or what it became at the end of the day it is all the same someone check my pulse I'm I alive ? somethings wrong with my skull but I'll survive suicidal as a child survived to be an adult I got survival instincts sometimes I got a dirty mind like my dishes in the sink at least my monies clean everytime I die in my nightmare I call it a funny dream so is that weird guess I'm a weirdo living with no fear tho & all I see are scarecrows careful I'd rather be carefree I do have anxiety issues I can get nervous for no reason dealin with society & personal demons it can be exhausting & I almost lost me i found myself questioning everything I believe in is this real life I'm I dreaming when will I wake up feeling like an alien get in my spaceship take off leavin this planet for good misunderstood & don't understand why I can't seem to just die crying just to cry no reason is it normal to do that sorry I like asking a returacal question & i don't need your feedbacks so save it for a rainy day cause I know my flow is sweet as tea they a teabag what I'm tryin to say is I might be nuts but at least I don't got nuts in my face one step forward but two steps back you suck what who the fuck said that stepping up to the plate but forgets to grab a bat skeletons in the closet bats in my attic try talkin to God but all I get is static & I about had it the damage is done you had your fun at the expense of my misery it isn't free it's expensive i should be in intensive care recoverin' feeling like nobody cares or loves him is a feeling no one should have to feel but I had to I'm still trying to heal from it like bad wound all I get is shitted on like a bath room lifes like a bad movie mines one flew over the cuckoo's nest Jack Nicholson in a mental institution cause that's where I need to be locked up in losing my mind like in the shining here's Johnny I've been tryin' to die like Bonnie & Clyde about to get in my car & drive off the side of a cliff like Thema & Louise & if I did would anyone cry like a kid the first time they see Bambi's mom die been losing track of time like I lost a wristwatch my mind a ticking timebomb if life is like a tv show I hope it explodes in the next episode & if not I might go a little bit psycho like I'm Alfred Hitchcock