Time bomb
That I am on
It’s all me
I’m a mess
Cannot cope
With all the stress
The drugs
The disease
Or childhood
It’s just me
I am no good
It’s my fault
I am to blame
Playing stupid children’s games
Wishing I could just might
Touch a soul and save a life
So that I may save my own
Duplicity I’ve got two phones
Broken man
Broken home
Broken wife
Cannot do this life stuff right
But I can write a lovely poem
Never leave it well enough alone