Real

My worries they ain’t real
Exist inside my head and keep me up all night
My feelings don’t come free
I lie awake and contemplate what could have been
No good comes from looking back
As a matter of fact you cannot change the past
It’s only as bad as you make it

My madness needs no name
A darker shade of grey that made me act that way
Strange thoughts that come and go
I’ll scrutinize your every pass and move
Stop comparing yourself to them
What they are and what you see is only a projection