The toll price may be heavier than my soul can handle.
I lose light every night, my mind’s fighting all these endless battles.
Is this what it is like burning the midnight oil with no wick in my candle?

Staring into a bowl of indomie is the only introspection i know m.
My spirit’s glow is dimming as my coldness starts to grow. 

How do you pick yourself up and put yourself down in the same sentences?
Its because i’ve been shown that’s the way David deserves, it’s my karmic life sentencing