I Can'T Help Myself, So How Can I Help You
shot down and abused
misled and used
shed blood and felt pain
lose more than i gain
turned mad green and so sad blue
i can't help myself, so how can i help you
malnourished and underfed
followed blindly and been misled
drank from the wrong cup
went down but could not get up
put on my clothes inside out and on each foot the wrong shoe
i can't help myself, so how can i help you
been called a dingbat
kicked like an alley cat
two seconds from getting laid
solo silhouette on the shade
i am considered a 'man' only by a chosen few
i can't help myself, so how can i help you
rip van winkle old
igloo eskimo cold
oblivious and forgotten
vagabond and downtrodden
i am a hundred miles away from reconstructed brand new
i can't help myself, so how can i help you
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015
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