As each second passes
I feel stabs from a million shattered glasses
I feel like my days are numbered
And every sound of my heart-beat is thundered
I feel like a bird just learning to fly
"The next minute"...I feel like an old man ready to die
My gauge reads:"Empty"
But my assignments are still plenty
Choked with the stress of suppressing my fears,
I sometimes feel like succumbing to tears
Though gagged by the strength of my pride
I'm still haunted by these weaknesses I hide
Listen as my soul screams
For my heart and mind have become rival teams