My mental stability reaches its bitter end
and all my senses are coming unglued
Is there any cure
for this disease
someone called love?
Not as long as there are
girls like you . . .
Everything she does questions
my mental health
It makes me
lose control
I just can't help myself
If someone can hear
me slap
some sense in me
But you turn your head and I
end up talking to myself
Anxiety has got me strung out
and frusterated
So I lose my
head or bang
it up against the wall
Sometimes I wonder
if I should
be left alond
and lock myself up in a
padded room
I'd sit and spew
my guts out
to the open air
No one wants to hear a drunken
fool
I
do not mind if this goes on
cause now it seems I'm too
far gone
I must admit I enjoy myself
80 please stop taking me away . . .
