Yea, I’m mentally ill and that bitch Kiona knows how to make me build
mountains that started out as hills
and to convince me she’s all I’ll ever feel.
She positions me to see the only way out of this
is the ultimate way to quit.
I used to drink to make her silent
but truth be told she could never keep quiet.
She builds this wall
and shows me a bottle of alcohol
When I tell her it’s not gonna happen
She proposing a new action
sometimes she’s blunt, sometimes abstracted.
My mind torn into fractions
She divides and conquers
feeds my monsters
and gives me this offer
That if I stay secluded
She’ll tie all my loose ends
If I stay in bed the pain will loosen
but she still makes me think foolish.
If I don’t stay in bed
then she wants me to walk on an edge
She says the only way she’ll get outta my head
is if I’m dead…
and I so badly want that bitch outta my head!