Understand. De-Clutter.

I don’t know what’s inside me

Not the blood and guts and gore

Just what goes on inside my head

I don’t really know anymore

I’ve spent so long trying

Trying to work it out, all of it

And then I’ll crack open another bit of me

I realise I only know a bit

I wish there was an easy option

But also not as this is my road

Maybe I need this opportunity

I need the chance for freedom to lighten the load

I don’t know what’s left

Nor do I fully understand

All I know is that it makes me dangerous

I know that, so I’ll take no ones hand

I’m doing this, cutting you off for a reason

Until I work out what is in my head

It’s just better for everyone

I make mistakes, I know the stuff I’ve said

I’ve got to search through the mess

The clutter, the noise

Work out what I’m doing

Till I get to the stage that everyone enjoys