Too Many Bad Days
Another bad day
Where I feel my head exploding
I’m finding it harder and harder to concentrate
No matter how hard I try
I feel I just can’t relate
I don’t need this foggy pressure pinching
For a brief moments new feeling
I just want to intoxicate
Too many bad days
Where I feel I can’t get by
It gets so bad sometimes I want to die
If it means I cannot cry
I hope to be left with one last goodbye
Copyright © David Bull | Year Posted 2012
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