My Own Psychiatrist

Man, I don't know what to say I just pick up the pen and I talk to myself
 Two sides of me battling like I'm just tattling
 Sir, do you think I need help
 Stuck on this road like there's nowhere to go
 My words are so hot that it's making me cold
 Froze in the snow when it's 20 below freezing
 Like sneezing, I have no control I just blow
 But I want to blow up like a terrorist
 My mind on insanity
 I might need a therapist
 What you staring at huh
 Never mind, my bad, that's my own reflection
 But it had me guessing for a second
 Just me, myself and I that are in this session
 I'll be frustrated if I never made it on your playlist ranked among the greatest
 Wait, I'm a Christian, I can't say this
 Man, I hate this
 I feel my time is belated
 You know how long I've been waiting
 Sir, you need to learn patience
 I know your mind is racing
 Let me get a notepad and pen
 Sit here, you'll be my patient
 I don't know this place to well
 From the norm I fell
 I only have you to tell
 Am I talking to myself
 Writing all my thoughts that are all up on this paper
 I guess I'm just a John Doe
 I don't hear the bravo
 Nobody cares
 No one is aware
 There's no telling where I might go
 Can't look at a glass half full when it's empty
 You want to see the drama or the problems I got many
 Many people making up rumors to offend me
 Your choice to believe it or not, like Ripley's
 Is something wrong with my psychi
 'Cause the light above my head is not shining brightly
 Just lightly just like me in my mental state when I'm reciting my writing
 My timing may be a little bit off
 I know I'm imperfect and I'm filled with flaws
 You can tell by my bars that I'm real and odd
 At the end of the day I still trust in God
 Even though I feel so trapped and hopeless
 Stuck in a dilemma with my psychosis
 Coming up with lyrics that are barely noticed
 Through it all, I really just try to remain focused
 And vent to you which is me
 Just a pen as my medication and loose leaf
 The side effects are being broke, you might lose sleep
 Be too weak to weep, cruel steeps and mood swings
 Forget it, you wouldn't understand, man
 And if you do let's just hope for the Sandman
 I don't know this place to well
 From the norm I fell
 I only have you to tell
 Am I talking to myself
 Writing all my thoughts that are all up on this paper
 I guess I'm just a John Doe
 I don't hear the bravo
 Nobody cares
 No one is aware
 There's no telling where I might go
 They say I'm gassed up trying to shine like Nebula
 I'm not sorry that I don't sound regular
 Instead of all the lies I hear, I write my life
 It's like a diary in audio instead of sight
 Every line that I make is another confession
 I'm my own boss when I'm in a session
 If I learn from mistakes, that's a worthy lesson
 This psychology is not a pleasant profession
 Sometimes it gets to the point I can't breathe
 Like I'm waisting my life and I need to quit and leave
 This music stuff is a lot harder than it seems
 I have to visit past pains and let the ink bleed
 So doctor, please help me, just what can I do
 I'm lost in this song and I'm turning to you
 Don't you understand that I feel this way too
 Nearly pulling my hair out, life gets tense
 I pick up the pen and my mind just sprints
 From the very start to how I might end this
 In this I'm my own psychiatrist
 Nearly pulling my hair out, life gets tense
 I pick up the pen and my mind just sprints
 From the very start to how I might end this
 I'm my own psychiatrist
 I don't know this place to well
 From the norm I fell
 I only have you to tell
 Am I talking to myself
 Writing all my thoughts that are all up on this paper
 I guess I'm just a John Doe
 I don't hear the bravo
 Nobody cares
 No one is aware
 There's no telling where I might go
 There's no telling where I might go
 There's no telling where I might go