Struggle (Crushed 2)

I may not be known, I’m a worrier, courier of complex stress attacks, I would rather avoid crap but my friend no matter what I got your back!  I see things that haven’t happened yet, I torture myself with things I might regret.  I promise you now when its all done and set no matter what, so what, I will attack.

I build myself up to be the confidant, gourmet and fresh, the ultimate restaurant.  Truth is I struggle, I set myself free, on a tangent of bullshit, I pretend that I am free.  I suffer alone, I can’t condone, my energy is sprite yet in fright I would rather sit at home!

I am a sire of ultimate collapse, my bones are breaking, my mind is far from lapse.  I stand before in awe of televised heroes, not zeros and I dream of better planes, it drives me insane to the point I’d rather pass!