On and on 

The voices in my head are getting louder

The fight for happiness is real 

Real hard is getting over your self 

Reall hard to love the one's am supposed to love

I get told I look like a swan on a lake

In reality am more like a brick on the Ocean 

Am no hidden treasure 

Just a confused lad who struggle to grow up 

I think I identify as a soilder because am always at war always a war inside

And if God decided to reach the hamd at and say lie down boy come home to me the pain will be gone 

If God offered me a deal like that I think on days like this I gladly 

Take his hand and breath easy

But tell that day I just try to soilder on 

Because the war with the self is a endless struggle 

I leave it at that because am running out of words