How I Got My Shrunken Head - Free Throw

My thought process is constant rat race

A battle of emotions between numb and a bad place

I don’t think I’ll ever learn

No, I’ll probably never learn

The novel worth of text you wrote to try and explain

Was full of bad excuses mostly written in vain

It’s not something I think I’ve earned

And that’s probably none of your concern now

It’s not your fault

I’m a wreck, a mess, I’m broken

I tend to give my all to end up confused and hoping for a change

For a change, for a change

And I don’t think that I’ll ever learn

No I’ll probably never learn