Manic

I woke up in a bad mood Like most days Watching as my window catches glimpse of the sun's rays It's kind of hard to not feel like a mockery When your mind seems to think undoubtedly About a thousand different voices that are shouting and screaming for you to bring it to an end But you know that in your heart that it can't end unless you defend Stand your ground in the face of the mental parasite That tries to rip you to pieces till there's nothing left to commend You're wrestling against the pestilence and the self-defense of the precedence leaving a lasting presence Nothing short of impressive With no delays in message from your heart to your mind with the greatest intention Never fail to mention that your sense of self is the greatest invention When it comes down to pain or repentance from the internal voices of peasants Just know that if you feel doubt in your discretion That "I believe in me" can be the most powerful sentence Yes Cause it's a nice day, outside, but I think I'd rather stay, inside And ignore the world with my little toybox Sitting as the kids are yelling and playing around on my block It's nice and cozy, inside, and I wonder if I just play, outside And do some odd jobs, so I can earn cheddar Or at least be in the sun so I can feel a bit better I went to bed in a good mood Like most nights I even had enough energy to get up And then turn out the lights Just gotta hope that I can fall asleep easily So I'm not stuck awake thinking of all things that displeases me Like if I could swallow a pack of thumb tacks and live to tell about it Or if someone starts to choke me Would I even be able to yell about it? Maybe frantic little fire ants who crawled their way inside my pants And start to dance causing a little accident And I lose feeling in my lower abdomen What's happening? My seatbelt's fastening And crushing my esophagus So my voice is nonexistent And it's gripping tight around my larynx And my parents in their anguish Are laughing As I can't contain this I can't retain this And just when I can feel myself start to extinguish I feel my breath return as a new day starts its course after the finish Yes Cause it's a nice day, outside, but I think I'd rather stay, inside And ignore the world with my little toybox Sitting as the kids are yelling and playing around on my block It's nice and cozy, inside, and I wonder if I just play, outside And do some odd jobs, so I can earn cheddar Or at least be in the sun so I can feel a bit better