Sometimes the pills, the alcohol, the anger, the fear, the panic
All Builds so high, a tolerance to everything
A Tolerance to life, that makes me sit back
and wonder what did I do right?
Nothing.
Except my son, I would not change that, but The depression is bad.
Help I scream, but others don't hear.
Ones that I love, live many miles from here
A girl that I miss a friend to the end
a Boy in the south that would ride to the death
all these things I feel so numb, shott myself to watch it bleed, its funny the redness fades to gray.
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