Just because I don't say I'm worried
Sure as hell doesn't mean I'm not
My mind has 5 different things on it
and my stomach's tied in knots
Things that are beyond my control
have begun to steadily control me
Can't fight the things outside
more frightened of the ones within I can't see
So if I don't tell you
what I've got on my mind
that is ripping me apart
does that make it a lie?
When I shoot up stick straight
in the middle of the night
sweat flying from my head
No one there to make it alright
My hands are there for me
to bury my face deep into
for the time being
that is all I can do....
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