Off of my senses battling self-approval
And the worst of that part is that it's my mind being stupid
Going left going right just to find out what's the next thing
Just to end up right back where I started no reason
Come to mind, to purpose, it hurts this
Realize it's perfect, it's you
I get drunk, get high, on the lies I get fed with all the time
Nothing changes still because it's me that keeps keeping it alive
And it's all in me; keeps me awake at night
My own true demon keeps giving me all the lies
Come to mind, to purpose, it hurts this
Realize it's perfect, it's you