Slipping Sanity

Now a days it seems like I've lost my head
I wake up every morning wishing I was dead
I could have a gun with the bullet
Wouldn't have the balls to pull it
I’m losing touch with reality
When I look in the mirror who do I see
That’s not me standing there
That's a soulless body with a blank stare
I need help
I need a doctor
But I’m not slim shady
Daddy what happened to your little baby?
I just want my momma to hold me
Cause I’m not the old me
Paranoia Paranoia consumes my soul
Even the wonderful things are becoming dull
These are the demons I played with as a child
But they’re grown, like me, and they've gone wild
Their touch is numbing
The end is coming
And finally I’m not afraid