I count my blessings
The same way I bite my tongue
I keep the better part scared of what I could do
I follow a narrow path shadowed by the truth

If just a part of me is holding back
Do I make a difference
Guide myself along
By yielding to the least resistance
Lack of capability and an unwillingness to learn
Compassionless sack of filth
Feelings bred by the curse

If I could ever learn to bite my tongue
Would I make a difference
Still I guide myself along
By yielding to the least resistance
I lack the drive and the passion
Seeks heart for it to burn
Compassionless antagonist
You will always be perverse

It doesn't mater what I say or what I do
I can only feel when I isolate myself from you
It's for the best you hold me back
Degradations allocation forces my vision back

I settle my issues one on one
My toughts avert being overrun
Not long before the violence ensues
Can you feel it
I bite my tongue

I count my blessings
The same way I bite my tongue
I've never had the glass shatter
Never all at once
I keep the better part scared of what I could do
I follow a narrow path shadowed by the truth

I start to hallucinate
But the feelings are all the same
I swallow my pride
But my feelings regurgitate