A heavy heart and an aching soul
This stress is starting to take its toll
Needed by no-one shunned by all the rest
I surely must be failing this test
Life did not change, still mean as bolt of lightening
Violent mood swings, must be oh so frightening
Mean and nasty and as sharp as barbed wire
Eyes that will set the soul on fire
It happened again, I opened the door
I now sit and stare at an empty floor
I don't want much
I don't like being used
I don't appreciate being abused
We never talk about the things that matter
If we try it ends up in confusion and clatter
Why did you come back, did you want to test my will
Or was it my spirit that you just had to kill
Either way you have done the trick
I am mean and nasty and mortally sick
I will never get better and soon will be done
You will be free of me, free to run
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