State of Mind

I’m worried ‘bout my state of mind;

my thoughts are callous, cruel, unkind.

And guilt and fear fill up my thinking,

but I’m not worried ‘bout my drinking.

I’m worried ‘cause I cannot sleep,

from sinking in depression deep.

My days are all the same; they're lumbered

with loneliness, all neatly numbered.

I’m worried ‘cause I think too much

and read; I try to stay in touch

with world, but it’s all doom and gloomy;

disasters, they have always drew me.

I’m worried and I need to quit,

haul myself up from out this pit.

If God is real (I’m only saying)

and he could hear; I’d practise praying.

I’m worried ‘bout my state of mind;

my thoughts are callous, cruel, unkind.

And guilt and fear fill up my thinking,

but I’m not worried ‘bout my drinking.