When your thoughts turn against you
And circumstance piles on
When your mind conspires to trick you
And your body shuts down
When the chalk lines drawn around you
Are made by your own hand
When you shut out everybody
And the pain feeds on itself
When your ego, bruised and beaten
Victimized by a stealthy traitor
Turns and runs in search of shelter
From the torment of your soul
When the chalk lines drawn around you
Are made by your own hand
What's the remedy for the illness
When the pathogen is you?