Posted by capricorn on July 27, 2006, at 8:06:48
No pills this dysphoria can cure
this life'll destroy me for sure
nearly 49 reaching for a sight of ten
needing a glimpse of me now and againLooking to trust,no trust to find
paranoia gnawing at my mind
disjointed days,emotional haze
it's always been this wayWish i was free,born again
Wish for sunshine feel the rain
angry tells me i'm alive
desolation cuts deeper than the knife
poster:capricorn
thread:671036
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