Like a punch to the gut
I double over, grab my throat
I'm a psychosomatic kind of person, no joke
I think that maybe later in life I'll choke
Or pass out from the feelings
that painful stories evoke
Battling a cold and a nasty cough
Headed down the road
with my headlights off
Got a fever coming over me
I know I should stop
But I can't, but I can't, but I can't
My sanity is
Gone without a trace
But it's got to be somewhere
Can't find it anywhere
Anywhere
Gone without a trace
But it's got to be somewhere
Here I come
I got nothing to hide
I'll give you a taste
You're just in time
Shook up
Wake up violently from a dream
It's the same thing over and over
What does it mean?
Sweaty, dizzy, disoriented
I seem like a mad man
whose had a little too much to drink
Gargling my water with a dash of salt
Swallowing my pride cause it's all my fault
Got an inner critic bombing me
A verbal assault
So I work, I work, I work
My sanity is

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