Please Mom . . . Help Me
Can’t you hear the sadness, the madness,
In the screech of my voice?
Never mind, you don’t understand,
It’s obvious isn’t it, that I’m sick?
My life sucks but you don’t get it,
I used to follow every step you take,
Laughed at every face you make,
But I just don’t care anymore.
The things I do, they don’t make sense,
To me or anybody else,
My life is an irregular heartbeat,
A crazy drummer without a band!
Whatever; it’s just another day in my paradise,
I shout, I cry; sometimes I whimper,
As I slip away right in front of you,
Into this stinking personal nightmare.
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