How
Layin in my bed
Just me, myself and I
Thinking of the day ive had
Makes me wanna cry
Im questioned and accused
Seems like all the time
Lately I feel falsely accused of
a crime
I dont know how to change
Or make it somehow better
I want to make people smile
Not bring stormy weather
Please God help me find a way to
heal
I want to be my happy self
But I seem to always get a raw
deal
My addictions dont help me much
But its my cure for sadness
I miss the ME I used to be
And so does everyone else
Copyright © Jessika Marton | Year Posted 2013
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