Foolin'

My own worst critic, OK, I admit it

Sometimes I finished lists just to say I did it

Pressure makes diamonds, I tighten up the screws

But now the battery's dead, I think I blew a fuse

Ironman athlete, blood, sweat, and tears

No meat, caffeine, days off or beers

Scraping at my soul the meaning's on the paper

But I left my gas tank with nothing more than vapors I'm

Trying to stand strong, man I can't quit

But I'm straight stuck, I can't do shit