On My Mind

No such thing as an imagination, you're the only thing that I'm contemplating
Track star with that relay racing running through my mind as you're tagging bases
Like a deck of spades, you're on reserve to make an escapade just to give your graces
Got me thinking
Got me thinking
What I could've did
What I could've had
What I should've hid
Was it good or bad?
Removing plastic from the plastic pad to unravel you like a travel bag
Nightmares are all I have, and the issues are all I had
Got me sinning
Got me wishing
Lot on my mind like the butterflies that do or die inside my spine
Was it the good times for me to rewind or was it the failed suicide?
Fluent writes what the illiterate says to depict dead skin that we all should shed
It's on my mind, it's just a guess
It's on my mind, I must confess
I turned my back on who I was and didn't compensate for all I lack
Was it the hidden pain, the strain or my dad's stroke and heart attack?
This life ain't what it's cracked up to be
False energy
The epitome
Got me thinking
Got me thinking
I thought about my personal harm
Cuts and bruises on my arm
I wait for the day when I no longer have to succumb to an alarm
Stress has me wound like yarn, palm on palm, looking to the stars
Please
God send me a good luck charm
No such thing as an imagination, you're the only thing that I'm contemplating
Track star with that relay racing running through my mind as you're tagging bases
Like a deck of spades, you're on reserve to make an escapade just to give your graces
Got me thinking
Got me thinking
What I could've did
What I could've had
What I should've hid
Was it good or bad?
Removing plastic from the plastic pad to unravel you like a travel bag
Nightmares are all I have, and the issues are all I had
Got me sinning
Got me wishing
Lot on my mind like the butterflies that do or die inside my spine
Was it the good times for me to rewind or was it the failed suicide?
Fluent writes what the illiterate says to depict dead skin that we all should shed
It's on my mind, it's just a guess
It's on my mind, I must confess
I turned my back on who I was and didn't compensate for all I lack
Was it the hidden pain, the strain or my dad's stroke and heart attack?
This life ain't what it's cracked up to be
False energy
The epitome
Got me thinking
Got me thinking