It seems were drifting apart. It's not because of you it's because of my heart. Because the shit I think about man this shits so fucking hard. Im barely making meets end, i dont got a car. Every destination seems so far. I'm sick and fucking tired it's all my fault. I dont know where to start. I dont know who I am. I dont know why I'm lost I struggle with my thoughts. It's like a constant battle being fought. I smoke to get high to escape my thoughts But sometimes, it's a game of cat and mouse I'm trapped inside this house. Laying in this bed, I'm too weak to get up without force. I'm sorry for the way I am, theres no excuse for the decisions I make I know they're poor. I've heard and seen this all before. When it's gets like this, I choose to abort To see the ones I love in pain because of me just hurts even more. I cant do that anymore. Im gonna change, you'll see a different man, a one who isnt poor. I dont just mean money, I'm talking about my bipolar. The anxiety, the pain, all the shit that seems to control me.
