Pile It On
Is the storm over yet,
my head is ready to split,
one thing, and then the other,
I'm ready to get back under the cover.
I am ready to say, pile it on,
why not, my stomach is in a knot,
everyday something new,
mercy, mercy, what do I do?
Day in, and day out, here you go again,
running your head, facing you is my
biggest dread, you must be totally
brain dead, or you just don't care.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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