Sad Excuse For A Grip

Its hard to say if, I am alive Disorder runs rampant in my mind Loose thoughts slipping through my sad excuse for a grip Random ideas bouncing around like a rubber ball in a rubber room Uncatchable My mind is going numb My mind is going numb I find myself tripping in your eyes Delusions creeping up from behind Sticking, probing, trying everything to falter me These floating thoughts will trip me up Make you knowing me, psychopathically, impossible I have become So mentally undone I have become My mind is going numb You have tempted me forever Suddenly, my thoughts come into mind It seems, I've found the problem that has been plaguing me I think of pain, I think of death And then I find my mind specifically incredible I have become, I have become, I have become So mentally undone I have become, I have become, I have become My mind is going numb Dead girls bloom I my garden of thought Spreading and decaying To become one with the silt of my mind I have become So mentally undone I have become My mind is going numb I have become So mentally undone I have become My mind is going numb