Beautifully Impaired Testo

It❝s 4 AM and I can❝t get to sleepAin❝t got the patience to be counting sheep
And dreaming❝s just another task to complete
And give to my teacher for a grade
My mind❝s like open close machinery
It don❝t stop to celebrate the scenery
And I can tell tomorrow❝s sure to be
Another math test of a day
Where no matter how I try
My score is never high
And the time just passes by like empty lines across the page
I❝m an empty page
Well me I❝m sending out my own police
The president sends troops into the Middle East
I guess we❝ll both kill in the name of peace
Well goddamn it feels a lot like war
So now we❝re either terrorists or war machines
And we try to fit the world into our TV screens
Me I❝m adding labels to my own daydreams
That I tuck safely in a drawer
Sometimes it seems like they get lost inside
The horizon of the endless cage I live inside
Other times it crushes in so tight my walls collide
Pinning all my hopes and dreams down on the floor
Sometimes I wish I could just let ❝em out
It don❝t help when I❝m politely speaking out
So now all I can do is scream it out
Like I❝ve never done before
Like my voice alone could lift me from these bars
Stop picking scabs off my own scars
I turn my back to shining stars and the comfort of the moon
My pain❝s concealed, like knives could heal these wounds
Now I❝m walking on a balance beam
A soldier aims his gun to keep me playing mean
I know I❝m two feet from the ground, but in my mind it seems
Like the earth❝s ten thousand feet below

But then the truth should come as no surprise
The soldier❝s gun is just a simple disguise
❝Cause when you look deep into those tearful eyes
You see his dream of letting go
Cause I can struggle, I can fight
I can try to get it right
I can box my mind in tight, but lord I never feel the breeze
I cry a song, I fall down on my knees
Like a soldier trying to leave his wicked past behind
I put my weapons to the ground, but I❝m still running blind
Looking for the strength to face this damn oppressive mind
Tugging at its leash to carry me away
So I know sometimes I fuck up on these tasks for you
And I try to hide these scars behind a mask for you
But the blood is there, and all I know to ask of you
Is that you love me anyway
But their eyes can melt my burning heart to cold again
And I❝m competing, working, striving for the gold again
Sometimes I wish that I were six months old again
And I wouldn❝t need to work to earn my love
But no one gets a second chance to live
I guess my best bet❝s to learn how to forgive
And keep giving all that I know how to give
And hope to god that it❝s enough
And give myself some room to grow outside
These tiny boxes of my mind
Where the soldier leaves this war behind, and me I offer him my prayer
That he❝ll learn to see, aren❝t we all beautifully impaired