If i had to walk a thousand miles
to be able
to understand these files
in the cabinets
of my deep thoughts
some so deep
they just sit and fuckin rot
always split in deep confusion
never known as
Having an overabundant
amount of knowledge or understanding
everything i said and/or meant
clouded with what if’s and buts
always havin that fear deep in your gut
that history can only repeat
there is no way you can defeat
trying to do what you know, Creep
away from these responsibilities
of facing what your afraid are
your only true feelings
these feelings are as deep as canyons
man isnt that pretty damn random
when you can only use canyons 
to be able to fathom
how you can feel towards them
your not sure if you want to know them
as just a good friend
or how you knew them then
Man, I feel backed in a corner
Feeling like I’m jailed in the pen
In a small den of lions
everyone is cryin 
tellin me goodbye then
you dont understand yourself
why cant you just keep ridin
that ride looking outside
seein everything go by
so fast and just die
you dont want to fight
but you dont want to run and hide
only a few people to confide
but you dont want to collide
bump heads
with all of their opinions
always sitting on that well known ledge
when anything can just push you towards
the wrong edge
DAMN if only life could be simple
if only you didnt let you Psyche fumble
and stop filling your head with this bull
your plate is mother fuckin full
now fuckin crall
get back on that ball
just so you can fall
again, again, and again
GOD DAMN