He, is troubled,
Troubled by a broken mind and a bubbling head.
He cant focus, he's blind and confused,
It seems that all his contacts have been fused.
Everything is his fault,
The pain hurts like adding ice and salt.
It feels like hes on his death march walking towards his grave,
People all line up, and just watch him march into the dark cave.
Burning, is his mind,
And no one cares.
Problems he has,
"Get Help" are the only stares.
But it dosent matter,
No one seems to care.
All is his fault,
That is his burdan to bare.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
He, is troubled,
Troubled by a broken mind and a bubbling head.
He cant focus, he's blind and confused,
It seems that all his contacts have been fused.
Everything is his fault,
The pain hurts like adding ice and salt.
It feels like hes on his death march walking towards his grave,
People all line up, and just watch him march into the dark cave.
Burning, is his mind,
And no one cares.
Problems he has,
"Get Help" are the only stares.
But it dosent matter,
No one seems to care.
All is his fault,
That is his burdan to bare.
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