Blank.

Nah, nah
I just need some time
I've been feelin off more
See, I had this voice inside my head since, like, a sophomore
And sophomoric actions were a mind state
On standby as the mind breaks
And a landmine of a landscape
In my mind's eye was a handshake with mortality
Tryna squeeze more out of me
Tryna win where I'm supposed to lose, and
Tryna reap more salary, and

Angst ain't just a teenage thing
It stains brains, chains pain to a deranged scene
I'm anxious, hate this, tryna hide when I sin
But Lord knows I can't lie to the pen, I'd die to pretend, so
I'm about to put my demons to work
I don't know if people know me like they need me and it hurts
And just detaching myself often gets between me and the work
Don't intervene, I walk the plank, look into me, I'm feelin...