Ive got war inside my pretty little mind
Fighting every epiphany that wants to see me clean
An it’s mean,cause it’s four beers in
Can’t decide how I feel, I just wanna lean…
That I get a chance at the gate to explain every sin,
Let me in…
That sympathy is something real
Can sorry cover.. sex, greed, and jealousy?
God forgive me for the way I feel..
Speaking of…I’m afraid to mention rage
It leaves me speechless at times, something aint right
Am I creative or dying inside?