Screaming
Mind Sound
Just try
again tomorrow
For
surrender is the real sorrow
I’m not
broken, just torn
So best
shut out the world and not be forlorn
I may
look wrecked but that’s because I’m whacked
You don’t
want my mind, it’s in constant wind
Sleep
patterns of the devil
A
constant sound that writes with guitar resonates
So this
instability sees me with no wife just variability
Too many
women and no love to show
I’m my
own relationship wrecker
For I
can’t take a helpless hanger-oner
Wreckage
all around I still walk that line
Strength
delivered to me by my mama
Gentility
that won’t hurt a flower
Just
regret that love is an elusive honor
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