Unstable, by Debra Subscribe to rss feed for Debra

I am writing about the way I feel, so don't ever think my
stuff ain't real. My heart is so sick I need a Xanax quick.
I try and numb the pain, but its like a fire burning in the
rain. Will it be better or stay the same, I feel like I'm
going insane.
The weight of the world is on my shoulders. I try to keep it
all filed away in folders, But this *h*t* don't stop it
comes at me so quick o my God I'm about to get sick. Trying
to find a piece of mind is like looking for Gold in a Cole
mine.
I wanna know what I did so wrong, that my mind even feels
the need to write this song. My body and brain feels so
irritated I think this being "happy" S*i* is over rated.
Posted: 2014-05-21 03:30:08 UTC

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2014-07-12 13:09:25George Chow
mind as well eat it :P

2014-09-08 07:13:26Golden Ghetto Kidd
Sweet