Everyday it’s exactly the same,
Wake, Work, Sleep, Take Blame,
Why can’t I seem to break this cycle and not go down the drain,
Why can’t I escape my mind which causes my self-worth to strain,
Wasting my time Self-Diagnosing my own mental health,
The difficult part is looking into yourself,
And seeing the things you never wanted to see,
I tire of acknowledging my faults, seems to be all there to me,
But everyday it goes the same fucking way,
No matter how I try to change it up or what I resolve to say,
Patterns of life become habits of compulsive disorders,
I wonder if sanity can be bought through mail order,
It doesn’t really matter cause it ain’t gonna happen,
This is the reality that my mentality is trapped in,
Might as well be a slave to my systems, this unintelligent design,
I want to give up but this ownership is mine,
It keeps me awake and is all I have left,
It eats me up inside and spits me out bereft,
Of any semblance of thought, reason, or pride,
Things like this just drive me to hide,
And lay down the mental blocks to build up my walls,
It’s a slap in the face and a swift kick in the balls,
There is no clarity that I can foresee,
Because this repetition is always burying me.
Juxtaposed To A Fault 