I wake up every morning chewing on my fingertips
My mind's too cluttered and I don't think that I can handle this
I just feel so caught up in what might happen today, because no matter what I do it feels like there's a challenge to face
I'm getting tired of putting trust in my creator, because if love's a gift, tell me why mine's such a labor?
And if I was created equal by someone above why must I endure this hatred for the one that I love
I'm all too familiar with the disconnect from each pillar and peer
And my surroundings fail to apprehend this apprehension
I dismiss it
I wake up every morning chewing on my bottom lip
Each day's a struggle, but I think tonight just might be 'it'
I'm getting caught up in the feelings stuck inside of my brain
All I want right now is peace but I don't think you want the same