Doc, I really need some help
it seems I can't control myself
I am my own worst enemy
because I act impulsively

I love a girl from another time
I don't fit in, so that's just fine
I find myself perpetually vexed
by this world overrun with ***

In 14 months, I've hurt her so
why she still stays, i'll never know
I think I really need some help
without her, I'd destroy myself

when I'm down, I'm inconsistent
my energy is nonexistent
within about a day or two
my life completely comes unglued

but when I'm up, it's much the same
I treat life like it's just a game
I can't sit still, I hardly rest
most all I think about is ***

I've got no ******* self-esteem
feel everyone is mocking me
I need some help, bit I can't ask
and I can't handle simple tasks

please, Doc, I really need some help
before I can destroy myself
I know that it's not good for me
but I can't break the cycle, see?

the drink,
the drugs,
the pain,
the ******,
I just can't take it anymore

Up until recently
man, my life has been tragic
people were drawn to me
like I'm some kind of magnet
and instead of the last
I accepted the first
and of all of types of souls
I attracted the worst
and I used to blame fate
for how things used to be
but now I realize
that it's all up to me
but I hurt all the ones
that were trying to help
told me I thought of them
when it was all myself
and so I was convinced
that I could do no wrong
blamed them all for the things
that were me all along
I thought myself a God
but I was just a clown
and the walls I built up
soon came crumbling down
seen that nothing I'd built up
had actually lasted
and I suddenly realized
almost if by magic
that the seeds that I planted
would all start to grow
so I'll put in the hours
and reap what I sow

Went to the mall the other day
without a penny to my name
I walked into the music shop
ams something made my jaw just drop

there were 5 Washburns standing there
for me to play with if I dared
decided that I'd take a spin
so then I played "Dust in The Wind"

and this blue pony had a ring
that made me really want to sing
with 30 people standing there
but at the time, I didn't care

I reaches the chorus double quick
reached in my pocket, pulled my pick
and sat on a piano seat
this guitar sounded pretty sweet

I dropped my pick and finished up
with sweaty, shaking hands
I placed it back upon it's rest
and pulled one from it's stand

this one was orange, I understood
and didn't quite sound just as good
played Kryptonite, it rang so proud
that I'd attracted quite a crowd

and by this time, I felt so jolly
I picked a red one and played "Polly"
and Enter Sandman on it, too
before I went right back to blue

and when I played "Wish You Were Here"
it almost made me shed a tear
the manager rolled up his sleeves
and I knew it was time to leave

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I'm falling

d
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n

I'm
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            n
                k
                    i
         ­              n
                           g
now,

I'm
                                   d r i f t i n g

out and I'm left with feeling nothing

                                                        ­    ****** it