Here is the problem, I think that I’m way too,
Overdramatic, when I’m just the issue.
And if I’m real honest, I wish I were either,
Dead or alive, but mostly stuck in bed.
And I do think I love you, but I don’t know how to,
Tell you these truths, cause my lips want to kiss you.
So I’m stuck between, my own thoughts and my wishes,
As I live this life, and my seconds diminish.
I try to hold on, to my thoughts on existence,
But I’m just a guy, and the stars paid my tickets.
So if you can read this, please send some assistance,
Cause my mind is armed, and I’m just the resistance.