Jibberish

Throw me down a life line
'Cause mine is getting too short
All tangled up give me some slack
Warn out from the battles I fought

Lend you my ear for persuasion
A good soul is so hard to find
THAT PAINFUL ANNOYING CONTANT DRIP
Is driving me out of my mind

Hold up my head above water
It feels like I'm starting to drown
You'll find that I burned all my bridges
I finally burned them all down

So lift me up with a notion
And show me the path I should take
Give me love understand my affliction
And tell me it's never too late

~Billy Hitz~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Timperley Avatar
July 12, 2015 at 6:06 AM
Never too late Billy Boy. I burn bridges 'cos the past in reality is never the same as in the mind. Great write. God Bless D.
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July 12, 2015 at 10:59 AM
Thank you.
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