Self Inflicted

Friday Nights

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When you talk please talk slowly, cause I'm overloading
My eyes are now closing, I'm bending and folding
Eroding to the point of collapse
Then something suddenly snaps
I laid traps but the rats came back

I brought this upon myself, yeah I asked for it
I put this weight on myself, now I'm stuck with it
And I wish no one was around, so I could just blink out
I brought this upon myself

Scraping change to get by and resin to get high
Man, their truth is a lie, this just doesn't feel right
What's so wrong with being simple
I built a home inside of my head
And finally displayed some self restraint

I might as well accept it
It's all self inflicted
I made my best attempt
I still landed on my head
It's all self inflicted
I might as well accept