Can't Complain

I can't complain, but I can't take it any more Is there a way to be just like I was before? Now I'm afraid My greatness was just fantasy my sanity is vanishing from each and every pore And it's horrifying me to feel this sorrow for myself Who am I to be unhappy bout tomorrow cause I felt A little disturbed when I missed perfection Turn a blister to a sure infection Now the first question on the test, sir is a dish best served cold, what I deserve Bold enough to sell your soul, check the ledger: sold When I forget scold me cause I need to be told How good I got it, doesn't make a difference just to label it ironic Upon this rhetoric I'm posting all of my neurotic tendencies, I pretend to be anonymous, obviously caught between a rock and cotton soft enough to Cushion any fall Wasn't pushed at all prematurely calling from my solitary inner monologue Obligated to be not just tolerating but elated at the thought of another day in my Resplendent state hallucinations are the only explanation for the way I feel Haven't been okay since trading places with reality Can there be malice seen in innocent events? My analyses all encourage me to second guess The perspectives that I held to be objectively correct All in service of ensuring my enduring self respect Lesson learned, now the tourniquet is Wound around my neck If you're drowned in debt you can't afford the burden of regret How can I deny that I've always had it made when I can count the bodies that are sleeping on the pavement I feel ashamed that I ever claimed any pain rent is paid so why am I complaining? Only thing that's plain bends my brain spent a day contemplating how to say I'm afraid I might invalidate my good intentions Need to recalibrate my sense of what is fabricated tension I've been saturated with the facts I maybe shouldn't mention That I'm craving some opinions that's a privilege no pretending I am dense enough to fail to comprehend the one dimensional Relationship between my train of thought and what is sensible I've got no defense at all my epiphany presents appalling truths Now I've squandered all my dignity a minute takes a very long time when I'm spinning Please forgive me if I've been a little intimate with winning (Sinning)