what is me

This antagonizing pressure
Building in my head
It causes me to blur the lines
Between life and death
Make my head spin
Course running through
My veins

Not much time left
Running out of patience
And what’s left of me
Is reserved for my other
Side

The pressure antagonizing
Its leaving my head
My vision is black and all
I can see are the lies thrown
Nothings ever been clearer
It runs in my blood

Time has ran out
I’ve lost all hold of me
Now you get to see the
Real part of what is me