• Please, God, give me inspiration

    Instead of a life-long mind vacation

    For, without this hobbie, this addication

    I'll stay up late wishing my life was fiction

    That my mind isn't behind this fence

    That my life didn't have a death sentence

    That these thoughts didn't come at the worst times

    And there was feeling behind all my rhymes



    Why do I keep doing this?

    Saying I forget when I truly miss

    All the times when life was a blast

    Wondering about the future, rather than worrying about the past

    When people were seen through the soul, not face

    And time was at a steady pace



    My faults give me a reason to change

    But, I never take the chance when it's in my range

    I never remember the important things in life

    But, only the small stuff, like a butter knife

    And trying to find a balance never works out

    And, like always, leaving me in a sea of doubt

    There's no reason to try and fight

    Even when people lie, "Everything will be alright"



    God, why do I do this?

    Saying I forget when I truly miss

    The times when love was so clear

    When I could actually grin ear to ear

    This drama follows me wherever I go

    It waits until my best moments to show

    These have led to my social extermination

    To where I can never have any determination



    This disease has been with for thousands of fortnights

    But, has instilled with me a new kind of sight

    That nothing I do can really matter

    Just leaving my dreams brutally shattered



    God, get me out of this hell

    Tell me your secret, I swear I'll never tell



    Why do I keep doing this?

    Killing my mind over something I miss

    I just wish that time didn't fly at hyperspeed

    But, just slow to where I get to see



    All the times when life was a blast

    Wishing for the future, rather than forgeting the past

    When my mind was in it's original place

    Please, God, at least give me that grace