Recently, I find myself to be less involved,
With my actual self, always thinking...
Always thinking.

As the financialarity of the situation increases,
In both paper and flesh, nothing is more valuable,
Than not thinking about my actual self.

As sad as you may find this to be,
I must disagree with you,
My friends,
For I am thinking of you instead...
Always thinking.

I cannot remember the last day,
My conscience didn't plague me,
With that black death force, squeezing,
The ventricles of my heart,
When the mind, alone, causes more harm than good.

Are things really going to be alright, as I'm led to believe by those around me?
The thought pauses having to deal with generic statements,
Of "It'll be OK"'s and "Don't worry"'s, whilst the consequences play over and over in my mind...
Always thinking.

I'm sure it will be, but the time in between will be severe,
Call it blind faith, but either way I don't really want to know,
So stop thinking, but you're always thinking...
Always thinking...
About anything but that.

If I go down, it will be fighting,
And it won't be easy, but you will know.
Whatever happens, will not be easy,
But always thinking about you,
Is the easiest thing, I can possibly think to do...

Always thinking...
Always thinking...