Pressing down on me

Pressure, pressing down on me
my own head is in a vice
I am not nice
I am out of control
I am a head troll.

So what is the answer, you loser of note
another note to me, something rubbish I wrote
to keep me afloat
hoping that tomorrow I will be a better man
a bigger, stronger, kinder man
for today I am fucked
well and truly fucked.
and it is of my own doing. and that is that.

Fucked in the head

Oops I did it again
I ate like a pig
Now I feel the pain
I add the cake
My happiness is fake
I have a headache
Can't think straight
My life it can't wait
I am always late

What is it with me?
I cannot be good Do as I know I should

Can't listen to myself
I take myself there
One day I am happy
then Monday I am dead
It is not all in the head
I want to stay in bed

Can't handle my self
can't handle my life
So I blame my wife

time to let go
of the bad things I know
let my god show
I'm no potato

I want to sit there
all neat
without a care
would i dare

others have done it,
no not I
I fear the control
so I lose it in total

I know everything
and yet I am fucked
the reason is simple
a lack of faith
of discipline when there is no faith
and of faith when there is no discipline
I want to be different
yet I am the same
wallowing in glory
alone in the dirt