Myopic
Myopic (Real Friends)
Written by: Completely Inadequate
Instrumental: “Real Friends" by Boi-1da, Frank Dukes, Havoc, Kanye West, Sevn Thomas, Darren King, Noah Goldstein, & Mike Dean
[C.I.]
Rid this other voice inside
Can't shut him up, or hide
It resides in the back of my mind
Magnify all the mistakes
When the only thing I've given is up - it's always take
More and more always need more and more
What are these compulsive thoughts inside my skull really for?
& People say they miss the old me, I miss him too
When I thought I was sora but I’m turning into riku
And I'm feeling like I'm see-through
Why am I so - “I didn’t mean to”
Holding on for too long - is something that I cling to
Catch me in a web of lies just so I can seep through
And Who knew?
Stop the masquerade
You’re wearing it right now
Man vs. ape
With the heart of a damn child
With Tantrums and all
There's phantoms involved
Should I stand still or crawl?
Don’t act so enthralled
My backs against the wall
Deciding the best time to fall
Put a muzzle round my mouth
Or some tape over my frown
Who gave me the right to pout?
I see the Devil on my right
And an Angel on my left
How do I divide my mind?
Worthless yet not worth less than perfect
Its certain, human dressed as serpent
Searching, for his current purpose
Just to find out I’m a stupid lil boy still afraid of punishment
Out of control
Just like my life
Gas tank is full
But i feel an empty light inside
Let’s give a try
Climb atop the highest building I can find
Flap my arms and hope to fly
Let’s let fate decide
Put logic aside
Time to take this frigid little body out for a joyride
You see
Time doesn’t heal certain wounds
You can catch me chasing my own tail inside a Centrifuge
Split in two
Just for you
Mr. Scrooge
Just the ush
Thinking is becoming something I am not suppose to do
Walking down 21st
See the years pass
Stories inside every curve
Jog my memory - do a lap
Tripping, Stumbling, on my own words
Gripping, then fumbling - & blame it on my nerves
It was me all along
Took the mask
Ripped it off
Overcast
There's no carry over, ‘round here you just carry on
Yelling at the world, there’s no dialog
No back and forth - just epilogue
Kingpin - underdog
Common folk - demagogue
Pause the world - make it stop
World is turning digital, my brain is stuck on analog
Cannon fodder, no control - beta blocker
Rain on your parade? It’ll be my honor
Goner who’s always gone
Somber though nothing wrong
Screaming sad songs in hopes you will sing along
Loose cannon - like I got a motherfucking peg leg
Harsh words break shells - why am I the egg head?
Make my best bet, yet I'm humpty with the missteps
Worrying about things I haven’t even fucking did yet
Someone hit the eject, this being’s about to fail
Can I keep a secret? Only time can really tell
Shit, I’ve got no life, I need some Hewitt Packer
Stay inside my fortress, I will never leave this castle
So was it Loch Ness... or was it driftwood?
Lotta fish, but I've self inflicted this Fishhook
Spoke and I mistook, swung with a left hook
You don't learn about this inside of textbook
See, I can do anything I want - it's fucking obvious
As long as I'm man enough to deal with the consequence
Myopic
-[C.I.]