Ten

One/two, trying I am to hold on but don’t know what to do I'm going to explode, a time bomb, I cant help but feel so blue Now everything has gone still I’m trying to find a way through If you can see where I’m coming from?, it's a case of dasja vu Three/four, still I feel so empty, absolution I’ve been looking for Just to have that kind of certainty, to feel like I once did before Still trying to find that remedy, though now I’m not quit so sure I don't think I'll ever find any as everything is now so obscure Five/six ,trying I am to survive, but feel I'm out of survival tricks And even though I am still alive, the bomb you know it still ticks Tricky situations I try to avoid, I skive but then still I'm in this mix I suppose learning to duck and dive, if only I could find a quick fix Seven/eight, looking for heaven if only that I could then anticipate As it's a fine line I reckon it is yeah between coincidence and fate When inside feels like Armageddon, now I feel I'm in a right state All these thoughts sense eleven and you know they are not great Nine/ten, I’m not feeling so fine it's that feeling of panic and mayhem I think I’ve just lost track of all time tell me is it now a'm or is it p'm And still I whinge and whine and you know here I am yet again Never can I walk a straight line, it's the same now as it was then Written 2001 playing around with words at time expressing how one feels using a coping stratery ten nine ect written june july 2001 written by myself davidscott BUT TAKING LITTLE EXCERTS FROM OTHER WRITES i WRITTEN OVER YEARS BEFORE HAND LIKE A LITTLE COPING STRATERY A LITTLE LOOK BACK IDEA