A Wounded Mind

Constant shots to my brain makes the fluid running deep Smile during the day but at night my heart aches and my eyes weep In the eyes of others I am seen strong This repetitive destruction to my mental is just dead wrong Keep sending shots till there's no more fluid to flow Trying to have a voice in this house I might as well be walking death row My heart yes my heart is breaking. My life, my mind, my peace is what you're taking I'll be dead and gone with the angels if I don't relieve my mind from all these twists and tangles