Lessons Learned, Through Tired Eyes

Sometimes you wonder why you even bother You feel like giving up But then the feelings get stronger Maybe a dose of reality will make them weaker But the potency of the voices in your head Have you divided No idea what it will take to reach that high again You've given too much of your self to them And it has made you spineless Enabling them to leave you a perfect mess Soaring with mentally fabricated wings On bought time, when the meter runs out You fall harder than the first rains after a drought And it lands you back with the rest of the cust and grime Then it's back scrounging up every dime you find It will become your paradise And it will cost you your mind