nothing is terrible. everythings ok. despite my car situation.
i know i'll find a way. i'm my own worst enemy, the disease in my head.
yet everythings just fine when laying in our bed.
then i wake up alone and he's gone at work.
and my sick little mind becomes a big mean old jerk.
and suddenly i find myself trapped in my own chains.
and until i find angels again, nothing will change.
so i keep pulling the bad book right off the shelf
and if i don't stop this now, i might kill myself.
so, i'll make the effort to sit in the rooms
and ignore all the negativity, the gloom and the doom.
i take what i want, i'll start to leave the rest
and i'll put recovery to the ultimate test.
soon i'll be better and i'll have to see
that i couldn't have done it as just little old me.
© LL
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