Mourning Skies

Twisted

I've realized I always lie to myself
And I'm a god damn liar
I say that people expect too much of me
When I expect this all from myself
But I found I only use their pressure
As an excuse to give out
And because of that I am a coward
I am weak and selfish
I can make the excuse
That I only want to be happy
But sometimes you have to push yourself
To find the breaking point
And sometimes my breaking point
Becomes my happy
Sometimes forcing all of it onto myself
Can become so erratic and twisted
That somehow my mind interprets it as real
Because a lack of security
Has become my reality
Not knowing what is to come
Has made me want more control
And I can't even make sense
Of all of that twisted mess
Even in my warped mind