Wow again

Yet another mouther funkin (yes that's on purpose...steph and meg speak) one that almost had me going insane...well I'm shure (again) I'm there...but I'm shure (yet again) wondering where the hell they've all come from, they're just assulating (and again) me like crazy...

Written October 17, 2005

Left alone lost and lonely
Feeling sorry, I cry
I want someone to hold me
I feel like I might die
Left to my own devices again
I keep knocking, but I’m not being let in

I think too much
Open up, let my problems thrive and eat me up
And I drink too much, pour another round
Watch as I beat me up
I can’t hold on
The pain is quicker before the dawn

Surrounded by a deafening silence
It’s all some sort of penance
I’m fighting a losing battle
Trying to kill my memories
Sinking slowly and fading away
Into the din of my restless thoughts
I’m learning more on my own than could possibly be taught

I think too much
Open up, let my problems thrive and eat me up
And I drink too much, pour another round
Watch as I beat me up
I can’t hold on
The pain is quicker before the dawn

My pen and this page are my companions
These songs I sing help me to breathe
The road is rough when you’re your own savior
And you’re left with time to grieve