sick of this mind and the games it plays
mental enemies want to push me back again
here they come running wanting me up on that
tree crucified (wait a minute)
whatever words they say (me who said it)
whomever they betray (me who did it)
whenever they're awake it makes me die
there's so much on my mind-we're given so little
time--there's no way to hold on as it passes by--
so lead me into denial-help me forget for awhile
stay with me, please don't go-if you want to be
alone stay with me, please
i don't have much else to say (unlikely)
i'd rather you go away (unlikely)
i don't need something from you (unlikely)
though some say i will heal over time, it doesn't
seem too likely
it seems unlikely
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