Tired of these sick games
I’m the only one to blame
My soul is going up in flames
And I so feel ashamed
Maybe this time I wont miss
Tired of clutching up my fists
I sit here and I finally admit
Sometimes I don’t know what I’m about to commit
Sometimes I want to quit, split
But I don’t submit
I’m not that unfit
Yet, wet, upset, forget
Sometimes I’m my own threat, my own sweat, my own regret
Accept, I’m not done yet
Sometimes I neglect
Other times I perfect
Either way it affects
My mind & my checks
I have to watch my steps
Have to make sure I always keep my flex
No contacts with the ex, sex, obsessed
Sometimes it’s a mess
I need to distress maybe by the sunset
Undressed, success
I’ll confess no one is ever going to make me feel stressed, less
