This weary heart of mine
Makes me sick every now and then
It just sucks life out of me
Can barely breathe
I used to think it's mind over matter
If you don't mind it doesn't matter
But then again the cut is just too deep
It lingers . . . .
Pushes me to the edge
So easy to let myself drown
Into all the reasons
So lame to see myself fall
. . . . This desperate world needs to wake up and heal itself
;p
Written: December 1, 2009
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