I have a problem with myself, a personal vendetta within myself.
A battle that rages everyday, but I can't ask for help because it's me, nobody knows me better than me, so who could help?
Sitting on the rooftop trying to condemn myself. I've been through hard times. And I know times are hard when hard times are harder, but that's just an everyday thing.
I had to ask myself "If I could be proud if this really how I felt?" My soul must be running because I'm tired and I feel like I'm running out of breath.
Can you hear me self? To conquer the thoughts is to conquer the mind. I let your mind wander and you got lost, so please forgive me self, because your biggest enemy is me.
I'm unstoppable, but I'm stoppable by me. I'm untouchable, but I'm tangible by me. So the problem lies deep inside my inner thoughts, but in all reality the problem is really me.
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