I am divided
Between what is wrong and right.
A daily struggle I fight,
To find an inner light.
Inside,
I think I might be lying every night,
When I say "It's gonna be alright."

I may meet my own demise,
Before I could even reach the prize.
I look into the mirror-
Right through my eyes,
And go,
"Man, do I even need this disguise?"

My stomach is feeling twisted,
My heart is so constricted,
My mind is so conflicted,
All begging for something different.
But I can't find a difference,
Life's already too conflicted,
No warmth to ease constriction,
And I'm way too screwed up
To go untwist it.

Even if I go and talk it off,
Or go and walk it off,
I know it's all my fault.
The battle's already fought,
And I lost from my own flaws,
So I'm willing to pay the cost,
And let my heart catch a frost,
Because it's taken enough claws,
For it to bleed out and dry out-
Until it falls.