Every Idea Inside
My mind is in shamble
So much that its cost
How can I gamble
If what I won was just lost
I’ve scrambled my bean
To the point that I’m drained
If you know what I’ve seen
You’ll see that I’m stained
Damaged cells of my brain
From tons of abuse
Leave me full of disdain
And I say what’s the use
One thought in my melon
Can bring on some pain
All this starts with some yellin
As I’m going insane
My thoughts are obscured
Like some big mental block
I just feel so absurd
Can you hear the tick tock
With my mind on the time
That I know will run out
If I’ve gone past my prime
There is no need to shout
Every idea inside
Is just starting to rhyme
If I just run and hide
I will run out of time
If you think that I’m cracked
You are entitled to think
But I know that I’m whacked
And I don’t need to drink
At the end of my rope
And the end of my time
I am trying to cope
Its bye-bye for this rhyme
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