Ugly Toad
Blah Blah Blah
Flip into overload
Turn into ugly toad
Must have drank too much
Can't see my own senseless sadness
within my own harsher madness
Where is God when I'm buried alive
Trying to function -
Depression sucks.
I've never had luck
depended on God for blessings instead
And I wish I were dead
Is it all in my head?
Of course - isn't that where life occurs?
can't see through these neurotic blurs
Help me Lord
to see you through this cloud
to hear you tho' it's loud
I drug myself to feel normal
Jesus my head hurts.
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