Jay Loveless Poet Lyric

The Worst Parts of Me

Im a little out of tune
Im havin trouble inside
Cant explain the chayos 
that I feel tonight
Everythings a mess
I can barely breathe
And your wonderin wonderin 
When I stopped bein me
I couldnt tell you the truth
I couldnt lie to you 

Im a little out of control
I swear Its not my fault
I try and I try 
But nothin seems to work
Gotta break me down
Gotta take away this diesese
Its like im addicted 
To the worst parts of me

And inside I am filled to the brim
No one can see how hurt I am 
So confused by all these things
So abused by my own creating
Somethings wrong inside my head 
and I feel, I feel, almost dead.

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Justin Bordner October 13, 2012 at 10:01 AM Sometimes at the bottom of the Well trinkets of forgotten gold are found - those indestructable parts of you that shine for new opportunity Jay - Janis Joplin could work wvery well in collaboration with your soul - I want to hear you sing scream and shout YEAH - Love the this tender use of the craft my friend - if you can't tell the truth or lie, then just keep talkin about the possibilities - J.A.B. %

Jay Loveless October 12, 2012 at 12:49 PM I should have mentioned that I have been on medication. I dont like it, and I dont approve of it. Some people can not function without it, therefore they should use it. For the majority of time, I can. I dont often have an outbreak, and when I do it may last a few days and it may be hard, but Im confident that I can battle and learn to control my affliction without the help of drugs. Thank you for caring and reading, but please understand its a personal choice.

Sumit Majumdar October 12, 2012 at 10:44 AM I would say the same as Anne-Lise. There are medications n you can look forward to full recovery. Golden rule: Don't miss your medicine dose. A poem from the heart. Beautiful! Lots of love

Anne-Lise Andresen October 12, 2012 at 10:33 AM It did not sound out well, go to your doctor - If this is really ..... there are medications for your condition. A touching poem Jay, good recovery. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)