My thoughts are no longer racing thru
My mind is no more telling me what to do
My thoughts are clear
My mind is no longer to fear
Please lend me your ear
This is going to be a great year
The year of birth
The year of self worth
My goals are coming true
My head is no more coming unglued
I miss my feelings
These pills are dealing
I miss my life
I no longer need a knief
I can fight with my words
These pills make me feel absurd
I miss the highs and the lows
I miss the lyrical flows
It is like a robot inside of me
They will no longer let me be
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