My soul has grown weary
and my heart only hurts.
I've fallen thru rock bottom
but it keeps getting worst.
I long for the day
--i climb up out of the earth.
But before I begin my ascent,
-I've gotta stop falling first.
Man I'm so sick of being stuck
--- in this same old freaking rut...
-- On the same old stinkin' drugs...
- All chocked full of freakin' cut...
Plus I'm sick of seeing mirrors...
Im sick of the me i see...
And it scares me half to death,
-Cause I'm sick of being me...
And man I'm so damn serious...
-I need a room that's mirrorless...
I'm bout reach straight thru this glass...
Till' shit becomes self perilous...
©vinson.d
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