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Aug 2011
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
But only medicine can fill my veins of wanting
Locked away for a lifetime
I need the straps to buckle me in
The helmet to stop me from banging my head
Cause Iā€™m
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
I sit silently
No emotion
No Movement
Lifeless
The minutes feel like days
And my days feel like years
Trying to hold on to nothing
Cause Iā€™m locked away for feeling
Confused
Lost
Ready to give in
So this is what they call rehab
The cure of my unhappiness
Written by
Dennis K Philbert
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