Introduction

Woke up today, feeling kind of funny I do this for love, not for the money But wait, something feels different today I can't exactly figure out why I feel this way I tried but I really can't figure it out It might be the voice in my head, I lost our last bout Maybe it's because I slept weird? Maybe it's the words in my ear? Maybe it's cause I'm hiding from my fear? What's happening, what's wrong? Oh god dear I tried talking to someone but it didn't help I wasn't totally honest with what it was I felt I tried talking to someone but it didn't help I'll see what I do in life with this hand that I'm dealt I try to get over it and head out to school I don't relate at all to the kids that think they're cool I just sit in the back, not raising my hand Dream of being an artist, maybe even in a band Finally get to lunch, I grab a bite to eat Janitors over there, keeping it all nice and neat Days almost over, I tell myself "You can do this" If classes were any longer, I think I might lose it I tried talking to someone but it didn't help I wasn't totally honest with what it was I felt I tried talking to someone but it didn't help I'll see what I do in life with this hand that I'm dealt Finally back at home and get some time alone Find the volume of a cone, then write some lyrics off the dome Eat, change, shower, and get ready for bed Ready to fight this voice in my head And then, just when I'm about to fall asleep The voice is awfully quiet, not even a peep "Hey, is everything good up here?" "Yeah, nice to meet you my name is Nabir"