I'm tired of asking favors From the ones with the same behaviors I can only see What they place in front of me Scratching at the surface With no feeling only purpose Trying to free my mind A fraction at a time No more pity No more running I'm tryna find my mind But its always up to something I cant feel what I used to feel Or long how long it'll take to heal Opposition has the upper hand While I try to make amends Running in circles Forcing my hand You try to break me While I try to stand No new beginnings Only new ends I am But the creation of my own sin Molded by The fury I hold within A product of my own sin