Deny

Every once in a while, I go into denial, constantly struggling to make it through trials,
And tribulations, listening to various Pandora stations,
To ease the pain and the worries on my brain,
When I know more than ever I'm perfectly sane, just maybe a little imbalanced in the membrane,
The cells of my existence, and the faultiness of my persistence,
To be the best in every test,
That I face, oh it's such a disgrace,
To let go like I did in an earlier verse and fall from grace.