It ain't nothing like filling your head up,
With thoughts that can either be,
Harshly true,
Actually happening,
False,
Or just plain ol' fantasies,
But it happens to me 24/7,
A non-stop crazy condition I have,
Maybe I should pause,
Pause away my life,
Go hide under the covers,
And sleep,
Become careless to every little thing I can think of,
I feel so suffocated,
That my reality is turning into a nightmare,
Let me turn into my own shadow,
Finally I can rest,
As the earth still moves
I lay still,
While history creates itself,
Because if I let it get any worse,
My only history I'll have is,...
My remembrance from people that I barely talk to.