My Inner Constriction

Self-Destruct

Slowly I've watched my heart crumble.

I can only blame myself for this one.

The anxiety I feel is made from my own destruction.

The little things are what cause me stumble.

I might as well pull out a smoking gun.

I've tried to save myself from my abduction.

I'm not crazy, I'm just insane.

I fight the words on my lips.

The fear is what stops me everytime.

All the feelings pulse through my veins.

I don't move as my soul slowly chips.

Maybe that's why I cope with rhyme.

One, Two, Three

I can't stop what has to come

Without a doubt,

I must self destruct.