Inner Conflicts

A part of me just wants to cut my wrist open
The other just wants me to stay forever young

I party like its the summer of love 1967
Drugs, women and all sorts of fast living
Enough stamina to keep me up all night
As I empty out two bottles in the club

But when the parties over two weeks later
I pull out a razor so I can slash and bleed
In a sudden convert i'm now an introvert
Begging to be left alone sulking in my thoughts

Constant change in friends and interests
It's like moving to a new school each semester
And the worst part is I don't even know whats wrong
It's like a switch it just goes off and on

I just have to deal with these demons that tug at me
Somehow get my head back on straight before it separates
Before I decide shutting out the lights it my best option
Forever resolving these inner conflicts