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Post #20

October, 2001

No matter the remedy, my head won't stop buzzin'
Like all of these problems are one dime per dozen
Or twelve for ten cents, except nothing makes sense
And the more that I reach out and try so hard to hold
The more that this all spirals out of control
So in my attempt to see a little clearer
I try to find peace as I look in the mirror
But it brings me no comfort because I don't recognize
These clouds that have settled and distorted my eyes
I dropped my smile and I think that it broke
And when I open my mouth,
I can't speak, I just choke
There seems little help in all that's familiar
Can't stop an addiction, even if it might kill ya
Haven't righted a wrong, just watch it get polluted
Haven't focused my goals, my vision's been diluted
I reach for these things but I can't seem to attain them
Tears scratch the surface, somehow I contain them
Keep on swallowing down, repressing a frown
Choking back on emotion and ignoring the notion
That these can be fixed because I've been deep-sixed
And this ring in my ears has been going for years
So hopelessly lost and I don't care what the cost,
But I need to be found before I hit the bottom
If you're looking for answers, I'm afraid I don't got 'em
My best friend lately floats at the bottom of a cup
As I'm standing here screaming while no one looks up.

Throwback Thursday.

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