Got a few hand drawn pictures.
A cigar still in the box.
Got the football coach fixtures.
A key for all the locks.
Show me how to find,
A release for my mind.
I have my poster pin-up girls.
My clean cut anger stick.
I have my own book of all the earls.
My so special guitar pick.
Show me how to find,
A cage for my mind.
Got my two ton blues shoes.
The old bible on my table.
Got my fear, I won't let me lose.
The newest car fables.
Show me how to cry,
Must be hard to find.
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Depression What is it, really. A state of mind. Or an emotion. Or does it really matter. Because either way, you're stuck. You can't fight the depression. You're rendered useless; it's too powerful.
What do you do when you feel sad. I feel like there's something heavy inside me. I don't feel like moving or saying anything. My heart sighs as if nothing is going right.
If I close my eyes tight. And turn off the light. If I nuzzle into my pillow. And weep just like a willow. If I try not to make a sound. And ignore some of those around. If I focus on my dreams.
Today has been a long day, Felt like it dragged on, You ever get that feeling. You wish the time was gone.
If I close my eyes tight. And turn off the light. If I nuzzle into my pillow. And weep just like a willow. If I try not to make a sound. And ignore some of those around. If I focus on my dreams.
Nothing is right, I'm out of line, Pieces missing, Losing time, Sleep though the day, Awake all night, Run when I should Stand and fight.
Blank and empty is my mind. Such peace is rare to find. When wanted you'll never get, For true mind emptiness to be met. Maybe it's a emotional thing... Or maybe tiredness comes out the king.
sometimes I feel like I want to stop breathing...
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