Months pass by And I forget about this place A place to write Share my thoughts But everything in this book Feels permanent I'm so tired of permanent ink Honesty is tough sometimes I bury it Honesty is tough sometimes So I bury it Sitting out here Makes me feel alive Sitting out here Makes me feel alive I'm going mad today Driving myself crazy In thought I loose it all With my inner talk Sleep late Eat, exercise What about my mind? What about my mind?