Not Afraid Of The Rush

old habits

victim of my old habits, thats what i am,
but i cant do anything but wish i went and tried again,
now im missing past people and its too dangerous,
but im missing past people cos i need another taste test,

its a known fact i didn't do it, cast insecurities,
every time i walk past a mirror, you're all i see,
do i hate the figure or whatever you were, its a mystery,
glad i put you behind now do me a favor, stay as history,

i never grew up with attention, the good kind at least,
im not afraid to talk about it, need to let you know i can be both trick or treat,
im digging my claws deep, please dont throw me off,
no matter how much i try, its hard to feel like anythings ever enough,

i cope with the characters and i cope with the voices,
i can smell that things are different between us but it could also be indifferent,
im a victim of my old habits, our worlds very own courage the cowardly dog,
going pink in my late nights suffocating with thoughts, wake up navy blue in a puddle of fog,

not a fan of making excuses, but excuse my mind,
i promise at worst i can be stupid, but if you gave me your heart trust me its always mine.