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These Thoughts I Have…

I can’t remember loving

The way I did when I was young and dumb

Why do I keep jumping

Into this rabbit hole I call my home

That traps me in this rhythm

Lacking motivation like a lazy child

One day I feel so proud

The next I’m riddled, tired with a heavy mind

I feel my soul escaping

So what’s the point in keeping up this lie

So God, I need some answers

I feel I’m running low on health and time

All these years you’ve brought me

All kinds of love but I can’t seem to give it back

Why do you keep me hostage

Inside this hell; I’d like to just go to sleep