Jesse J Ignacio - Battle Within v2 Lyrics

Battle Within.
You never saw the truth Within me. Ur just sitting in the dark while I get closer to the end. Making u see, what I want you to see.

I'm Acting like everything is all the norm. Yes! I'm OK, but really it's not. Then we go on our merry way. This is just the way it is. Until I flip a switch & causing the Battle within to begin. Then again, back to the mental ward. When will this end? And to tell you the truth. I feel more of a norm in this crazy place than the outside world.

I feel like an extraterrestrial life form from a different world, but born in this emotionally, needy, Indecisive, jealous, destructive, inferior human life form. Enjoying parts of the ride in this shit of a human caused messed up world. Nevertheless, I have no regrets. I'm just my own worst enemy.

Depression has its control of me & keeping that worst enemy steadily & deep inside me. With these Highs & Lows, Ups & Downs, Hot & Cold. This SHIT NEVER STOPS! I just want to be in the Middle,to be Balanced,or to feel the Warmth of control.

I'm out of juice, just want to get hit by a Caboose or killed by a moose. Yes, My Marbles are loose. Loosely lying & Choosing to be Parked nowhere in my car depressed & confused instead of hiking an feeling free & loose. Losing the love of shit I love to choose.

It's driving me BAT SHIT CRAZY. Insane like P Diddy beating his old lady. Maybe not that crazy. To pick up my hand & slap a lady. What's weird? I'm 43 with no family or a career. I jump home to home. Never too stable to have a wife or call a home of my own. No wife or career, when my mind isn't all there. Nevertheless. The Battle within will never rest.

Emotionally distraught from all these Impairing thoughts with small things affecting me. PLEASE STOP! Activating Suicidal thoughts. Wishing I was dead. Everything is going to shit instead. It's really not, but it's all in my head. I'm an Oxymoron, hoping to wake up dead.

My lines are all scattered, like the thoughts in my fumbling head. Jumbling, here to there & to nowhere. Yes, I'm kinda weird & out there, but don't be scared.

Enough said. I when will I be dead. Hey! Depressed & Suicidal shit of a mental head. Please activated. So you can shoot myself with some lead, or the old OD on lots of meds or maybe slit these two dialysis bumps instead, for sure I'll be dead.

Fastly bleeding, Fastly sleeping, like people do in their beds. You'll get out of bed, but I'll be dead or should I keep contemplating about living in this I'll body & diseased head?

Sooner or later it will come. Today or even years of tomorrow or just tomorrow. There will be no more Battling within tomorrow & I have passed & only left death & sorrow, but time will pass & soon the next days of tomorrow will bring no more sorrow. No more sorrow.

Battle Within! You never saw the truth Within. Ur just sitting in the dark while I get closer to the end. Making u see, what I want you to see.

I'm Acting like everything is all the norm. Yes! I'm OK, but really it's not. Then we go on our merry way. This is just the way it is. Until I flip a switch & causing the Battle within to begin. Then again, back to the mental ward. When will this end? And to tell you the truth. I feel more of a norm in this crazy place than the outside world.

I feel like an extraterrestrial life form from a different world, but born in this emotionally, needy, Indecisive, jealous, destructive, inferior human life form. Enjoying parts of the ride in this shit of a human caused messed up world. Nevertheless, I have no regrets. I'm just my own worst enemy.

Depression has its control of me & keeping that worst enemy steadily & deep inside me. With these Highs & Lows, Ups & Downs, Hot & Cold. This SHIT NEVER STOPS! I just want to be in the Middle,to be Balanced,or to feel the Warmth of control.

I'm out of juice, just want to get hit by a Caboose or killed by a moose. Yes, My Marbles are loose. Loosely lying & Choosing to be Parked nowhere in my car depressed & confused instead of hiking an feeling free & loose. Losing the love of shit I love to choose.

It's driving me BAT SHIT CRAZY. Insane like P Diddy beating his old lady. Maybe not that crazy. To pick up my hand & slap a lady. What's weird? I'm 43 with no family or a career. I jump home to home. Never too stable to have a wife or call a home of my own. No wife or career, when my mind isn't all there. Nevertheless. The Battle within will never rest.

Emotionally distraught from all these Impairing thoughts with small things affecting me. PLEASE STOP! Activating Suicidal thoughts. Wishing I was dead. Everything is going to shit instead. It's really not, but it's all in my head. I'm an Oxymoron, hoping to wake up dead.

My lines are all scattered, like the thoughts in my fumbling head. Jumbling, here to there & to nowhere. Yes, I'm kinda weird & out there, but don't be scared.

Enough said. I when will I be dead. Hey! Depressed & Suicidal shit of a mental head. Please activated. So you can shoot myself with some lead, or OD on lots of meds or maybe slit these two dialysis bumps instead, for sure I'll be dead.

Fastly bleeding, Fastly sleeping, like people do in their beds. You'll get out of bed, but I'll be dead or should I keep contemplating about living in this ill body & diseased head?

Sooner or later it will come. Today or even years of tomorrow or just tomorrow. There will be no more Battling within tomorrow & I have passed & only left death & sorrow, but time will pass & soon the next days of tomorrow will bring you no more sorrow. No more sorrow.