Subway Seven - My Work My Challenge My Vice
If you see me troubled, I'm not crazy. If you see me intoxicated, i'm not ill, just trying to cope. You can ask me how I am but please dont' tell me to run. You don't have to state the obvious because I know I'm trapped, a prisoner of war, into deep with negative emotions. I'm an anxious vigilante whose heart goes boom boom boom whenever i hear their heavy breathing or foot steps. I close my eyes and try to sleep, desperately trying to let go but I hear their satanic words and feel their rage. They're in my head. I try to climb out of this hole but keep falling deeper. They're in my skin. They put me in suspense, keeping me honest. I can't seem to face the fire so I drink more than I should and think more than I must and how i disappoint myself. But no need to worry because with friends like jack daniel and bailey at my side, how can i not be ok.
