Some times in life...
the pace has just got to slow down...
breathe...

I enjoy what I do...
but too much of anything ain't too good...
and battery level is flowin' down...
ain't the insomniac as I used to be...
only just a normal guy
who'd wanna have a wonderful girl to be...

Am I just moving into my advancement too fast?...
way too fast?...
that I just get tired...
the strain...
freakin' strain!
where I eyes see blood shot...
I cease to open them in pain
like I said...
like a torn war machine...
still fightin' on the move...
Just how long...
how long it'll be...