Texty: Farewell To Freeway. Sound Minds.

I'm beating up myself and
I'm wearing out myself to succeed in this game.
Scarred and bruised
I won't let up, nothing you say can tear me down
end this nightmare and continue on the dreams
I'm beating up myself
too much, too much runs through my head
I'm up all night writing these lines,
I'm torn but staying hopeful in mind
I'm up all night writing these lines
as the clouds of sorrow overcast my heart
one point and purpose races through my veins
This is the cure, one cure
for all our pain as if it were nothing