There are so many things going on
Too many issues to be dealt with properly
My family my kids
Are all feeling the strain
Where do you start when there is no end
When can you rebuild what never should have fallen
I grab for a tool bag to fix it all
My grab bag of bullshit is what I have
The rains have fallen on my head
My dampened spirit must see the sun
To dry my sorrows and make me whole again
What it would be like to feel good again
Waiting for my phone to ring
I would do anything to hear her voice
Scream at me vent your pains
I've lost it and I want to find you again
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