I am scared   Pray   Because   I think I'm scared of myself   My problems and faults   They lay upon a shelf   Bring it out with the shroom   I'm paranoid laying crouched in a room   I will pushing   Away from a love that is close to me   I'll go away   I need to be stable like my buddy with grey bell   Called up my mom   Cause I know she was strong   Talked about Jesus, my daddy, and bongs   Aside from the world that I know   People and whatnot and girls that do blow   Brought back to childhood   Not close to feeling good   Go away