I’ve been feeding my bad side lately; I need to check myself
It’s almost as if I’m being compelled, it’s not letting me excel
I’m feeling overwhelmed, it’s been causing me to rebel
The influences are coming from the past, certain flashbacks, certain triggers
Sometimes my issues are small, and I make them bigger
Things are running smooth and I make them bitter
I make up all these possibilities and it’s messing up my smooth melodies
It shrinks my capabilities, I’m eating all this negativity
Shut in a mental disability, overreacting at stupidities, such hostilities
It’s not a probability, it’s a certainty
My main responsibility is to constantly check myself
