I stop, cuz I drop; I lost my self again. Pushed myself past the top. Tired I am, lost in this haze, almost being chased. Chased by my mind, a race I can not quit. To quit I'd fall to the ground. The invincible motivator would then punish me. It would make me sick, it would punish me till I learned. Why is it like this; why can't I be alone in here? Who let it in? I can't stop. I can't be sick. This is Hell. Is it like this for all?
