A Tortured Man
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man,
I can't believe I am where I am.
The world's a mess,
nothing but stress.
I can't remember when I last had a descent good night's rest.
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man,
doing what ever it is that I can.
To cope with all of this,
I indulge in artificial bliss,
but once I lose that bliss fulness,
I'm back to being a tortured mess.
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man,
I'm a tortured man, I'm a tortured man.
No worries everyone.
This is just YourKidster venting.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2020
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