Personal Poison

Do I think too much or do I not think enough about certain situations?

To sit back relax or curse bleed sweat over the problem oh what a dilemma

To let you bite my lip for a battle cry

Or ignore the influence from your eyes I cant pick

Two inner voices

I got a crumbling mountain and worn out shoes nothing to grip to but i cant choose

Its my personal poison that's keeping me awake

with nothing to left to say

And I didn't even see that I was one to surmise instead of thinking and using my eyes to grasp the situation

A poison, a poison, a poison