when I look at myself in the mirror I can see it so clear, a lack of fear and dry eyes starved for tears, i'm so sick of being stressed out, there's a monster in my head preventing me from getting my best out, people cast a shadow over me and leave me shrouded in my own doubt, a smokey hotel room with lots of booze is where it goes down, everytime I think about life I sit and ponder decisions that keep me up at night, where did I go wrong? is it too late to get this thing right? with some damage irreversible I cannot guarantee that I will win this fight, i'm walking on a balance beam looking at the ground feeling mass uncertainty, in my chest I sense the urgency, my chest is caving in maybe all these drugs are hurtin' me, murdering myself more everyday I never know what to do or say, words crumble as they leave my lips and lies become my forte, excuses skew my view tripping me up leaving me battered and bruised.