Mad man

I'm paranoia with the stress like I've lost my mind

Losing focus, life is killing me, one day at a time

If I was dead, would I finally relax, while I rest?

Or will pain stab me twice in the back with the stress?

Life is critical, yes, but I'm a solider

Struggling to keep my feelings steady on the devil's roller coaster

While tryna bulk up from the weight on my shoulders

To glue my broken pieces back together for some closure

I'm fighting demons in my head, it's such a battle

Will my wings ever fly me up to heaven if they're fragile?

I fantasize off a wish from a candle

Exploiting with the truth to give me spirits I can handle