Stuck

Feeling like I’m lost in my damn mind

Searching for an exit that I can’t find

Demons I am seeing and they ran by

I don’t have the skills this ain’t hand-eye

Looking at the hour glass, sand dives

Am I being honest, if I have lies

Numbed until I question what are sad times

This is just the usual, when plans die

Forming into what they want, I have been the anti

Have another drink I’m always saying this the last time

Working on a rap career and then I go and trash mine

Fueling up my fire I’m inspired then the gas dried