Do you ever feel like your dying?
Is there no sense in me trying?
Voices that I keep denying,
Their advice I'm just not buying.
The fire smolders as I grow older
The Lines on my face growing bolder.
She wants to cry on my shoulder,
but where is she when I need to hold her?
Don't Bother
Indecision is ringing clear,
echoing throughout my ears.
Everything that I hold dear,
always seems to disappear.
Is all that I do in vain?
Always hearing them complain.
Trying all I can to stay sane
No medicine can kill this migraine.
Don't Bother
They depend on me to heal.
Always hearing them reveal.
What about what I conceal?
What about the way I feel?
My compassion starts to waver,
flavors of the past I savor.
Waiting here for my life saver.
Someone please return the favor.
Don't Bother
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