I am king of the land of self pity
And I rule it all with an iron fist
I cant abdicate this throne built for me
While the forges of my mind still exist
I make excuses instead of making plans
Unless its perfect , I will be let down
Bent under the weight of internal demands
Wearing this fear of failure – my bloody crown
As I describe this war inside me
This dictatorship still exists
Ruminating in enemy territory
What kind of mind is this?
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