I wake up every morning chewing on my fingertips

My mind's too cluttered and I don't think that I can handle this

I just feel so caught up in what might happen today, because no matter what I do it feels like there's a challenge to face

I'm getting tired of putting trust in my creator, because if love's a gift, tell me why mine's such a labor?

And if I was created equal by someone above why must I endure this hatred for the one that I love

I'm all too familiar with the disconnect from each pillar and peer

And my surroundings fail to apprehend this apprehension

I dismiss it

I wake up every morning chewing on my bottom lip

Each day's a struggle, but I think tonight just might be 'it'

I'm getting caught up in the feelings stuck inside of my brain

All I want right now is peace but I don't think you want the same

My fate has been suspended