Casually praying

I don't know if I'm losing my mind,

Or casually running on empty;

I don't know if I'm losing my mind,

I need to have an idea,

And I want to do nothing,

But rest on my bed; 

And shed my skin,

Like the snake;

That I have been,

For far too long;

I'm all up inside my head,

Sometimes rather be dead;

Like the Medusa;

That turned to stone;

I was told by wisdom,

And punished by her wisdom;

I was told it's my fault;

I pray to the Lord

Save me I think I'm too far on the edge

Save me I think I'm too far on the edge

Save me sometimes I'd rather be dead

I know it's mind over matter

I'll keep on keeping on 

I'm having second thoughts

I just want to rest