Relapse

[Intro]
From high school to college, I could hardly say my identity is the same. Sometimes I don't see myself. It's like I'm acting outside my own body. The new (Mister Adams) is more responsible with his schoolwork, that's for sure, but I still relapse to times where it was a struggle just to sit down and focus...

[Verse 1]
Do some hocus pocus mind tricks
And self-medication
So I could move to expert from laymen
I'm a strange man, forever doomed between
Larger than life goals and hopeless dreaming
And often times there's no meaning for what I do;
No real reason my psyche collapses
As I relapse back to the past
Mental anguish self-inflicted
Only limited because I'm self-restricted
But I insisted on coming to school and now I have to go through with it
You'd think I'd have lost all sense of pride
Sometimes I certainly wish I did (died). - possible voiceover
But back home, or hell, anywhere but here
I feel like I could do it, just get by, but
The grass is always greener on the other side
But I suppose that's where I've been the entire time
I'm fine

[Verse 2] (Incomplete)
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Moving on to the next part of this presentation
My representation of why I spit these cantations
My creations, some truth some fiction
But the emotion is spread throughout this diction
My words fluid, my thoughts in motion
I begin every session with an sickening notion
A tightening in my chest
Something screaming to be released
Ink like blood pouring from my pen
Containing more of me per word than my own heart
My own mind, I get it out on paper
Do myself this favor