I don\'t think you understand...?
This me, here, you see isn\'t what I planned...
It\'s like I know everything & haven\'t learnt a thing...
I\'m on a constant land slide, self destructing from within...
How can I climb out of the mess I\'m in...?
Has this always been...?
I can\'t find nothing to hold on too, this I swear is true...
I\'m at a loss what to do...
Even psychiatrics haven\'t got a clue...
They say \'there\'s no help for someone like you\'...
Even my demons don\'t know what to say...
I walk in, they run away...
I talk to myself almost everyday...
Even I get bored with the things I constantly repeatedly say...
Change the record...
I would if I could...
but what music would I play...
Anything I hear you say... But anything else would take all day...
Because me, here, doesn\'t want to go away...
So I better get my wellies ready for yet another muddy day...
Because down I go on my mud-slide of display with uncertainty I\'ll ever make it to the top...
Maybe that\'s my fear...?
I don\'t wanna flop from up top...
Then why open your big fat gob...?
Keep it shut, full stop...
Stick with the muddle you seem to like quite a bit in your puddle...
And stop talking, repeating the same shit...
Start walking, Instead of talking...
No one, Including you is expecting that mad muddle shit to stop...