Losing My Mind
When the standards are set to high,
I feel like I'm going to die.
The pressure on my shoulders are getting heavy to hold,
with no place to go I have to do something bold.
I have one shot to do something to change the course of the tide that will make or break who I am,
I need to stop these voices in my head it's time to set up this mental dam.
No one will break through this wall,
this isn't the Berlin Wall.
I have to rebuild my mind before I trust anyone again,
lets see who stays when the darkness begins.
I need to bring these standards down,
to my level before they crush me into the ground.
With no hope of being safed I end up in Salem's Lot,
losing my shot,
to the the mountain top,
I have lost everything and left here on the bottom to rot.
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