I can't even go out I forgot my crutch Stumbling is harder than standing up Clarity is given My eyes seem wide open But staring at the void is more space than the the space in front of me I'm pushed blindly forward I don't know what's worst Being stuck in your head or letting these problems leave me dead I'll see what comes first Take another one out the dirt And wash it down till I feel more like myself again Therapeutic remedies Don't get the best of me It's like someone's in my head trying to get the best of me All the right pieces Fall into place