I am distraught ….and for no particular reason…….dispair overwhelms me with its cold frosty hands…….
I am losing……
Losing the fire that keeps me going……
The flame inside reduced to mere ember….ready to give out….
Rewind~ Paolo Nutini
“Picking up the pieces….of the wreck you went and left…..”
No I am not sleeping at night….. I have become a nomad with no real home to warm me…….
“I am dealing with dilemmas…..in my now so stressful life……”
I wish I could shift this heavy weight just for awhile……..and take the bitterness out of the sting…..
“I have made my home here on the floor”
I am drenched in the coolness of a cold floor……
Am not sleeping at night…… “Oh you might blame it on me”……..
Washed your hands of me…….now am going all out…….
“Why can’t we just rewind?”
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