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