there's an imbalance in my mind
a one way conversation
it's like the voice I've been talking to is hiding in my basement
maybe it's a mute now
damn, oh well
if it's true then that noise below is coming from my hell
I feel my equilibrium all on the right side
maybe that's why it seems to be my blindside
who knows? maybe that's where the voices hide
in my eyes
using my tears a a disguise
a watery wave of hidden sorrow
like they always say, it'll be better tomorrow
i sit here in my bed, crying
because my dreams are all dead, dying
I'm so very sorry that the scale is uneven
and the normal balanced people thought you were gonna device em
but i trust you
and you trust me
and we know how it feels to be sane free
maybe this rhyming story is just for me
or maybe it's for everyone
'good thing it's free'
i feel the scale waning to the left
oh no!
my conscious lately hasn't been deft
I'm good though
