People are asking
Oh, where did he go
I lost my soul
Now you know I'm a ghost
I lost my mind
Yet my brain it still grows
So I write rhymes
Then I spit those
I upped my dosage
I don't wanna lose my shit
I used to own my mind
But now I'm losing it
Always said, never give up
But now I wanna quit
But I won't give up
Not until you're at my hip, no
It seems I self harm
Through masochism
I take drugs
To hush the voices that I'm hearing
Short term the pains erased
But it comes back again
I swear it comes in waves
Just like the sound I make
People are asking
Oh, where did he go
I lost my soul
Now you know I'm a ghost
I lost my mind
Yet my brain it still grows
So I write rhymes
Then I spit those
Growing apathetic
From the pills I have to pop
I really wanna care
But it seems I cannot
Poetry, is art for me
For this I feel a lot
I would write my own story
But it seems I lost the plot
My hand is slipping
Losing grip, as the plot thickens
Keep on drifting
Losing shit and having visions
Always tripping
Unsure on my own decisions
Overthinking
Killed me quick, now I'm not living
People are asking
Oh, where did he go
I lost my soul
Now you know I'm a ghost
I lost my mind
Yet my brain it still grows
So I write rhymes
Then I spit those