Please, God, give me inspiration

Instead of a life-long mind vacation

For, without this hobbie, this addication

I'll stay up late wishing my life was fiction

That my mind isn't behind this fence

That my life didn't have a death sentence

That these thoughts didn't come at the worst times

And there was feeling behind all my rhymes

 

Why do I keep doing this?

Saying I forget when I truly miss

All the times when life was a blast

Wondering about the future, rather than worrying about the past

When people were seen through the soul, not face

And time was at a steady pace

 

My faults give me a reason to change

But, I never take the chance when it's in my range

I never remember the important things in life

But, only the small stuff, like a butter knife

And trying to find a balance never works out

And, like always, leaving me in a sea of doubt

There's no reason to try and fight

Even when people lie, "Everything will be alright"

 

God, why do I do this?

Saying I forget when I truly miss

The times when love was so clear

When I could actually grin ear to ear

This drama follows me wherever I go

It waits until my best moments to show

These have led to my social extermination

To where I can never have any determination

 

This disease has been with for thousands of fortnights

But, has instilled with me a new kind of sight

That nothing I do can really matter

Just leaving my dreams brutally shattered

 

God, get me out of this hell

Tell me your secret, I swear I'll never tell

 

Why do I keep doing this?

Killing my mind over something I miss

I just wish that time didn't fly at hyperspeed

But, just slow to where I get to see

 

All the times when life was a blast

Wishing for the future, rather than forgeting the past

When my mind was in it's original place

Please, God, at least give me that grace