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