Dog Teeth

Another day stuck in my head Laying in bed making excuses again Maybe tomorrow I'll try again A weary man, the sentence of the which What do I do with these feelings? Because they've always been a part of me Don't think I'm strong enough to see The other side in this state I could be Suffocating Under the weight Tired of being At the mercy Of my insecurities Left wounded astray Where no one else will find me It's finally my time to be Eaten alive by dog teeth, arf arf