Sitting on this shelf
Drowning in myself
I think that I'm in hell
**** this flesh made cell

I've got something to tell
Thoughts to dark, my head's not well
It wasn't supposed to be this way
I've got something to say

Broken as a child
Sent my spirit wild
Parties, ***** and pills
Trying to cure my ills

I've got something to tell
Thoughts to dark, my head's not well
It wasn't supposed to be this way
I've got something to say

Relationships with broken men
All of them, barbarian
I left them far behind
Took care of me and mine

I've got something to tell
Thoughts to dark, my head's not well
It wasn't supposed to be this way
I've got something to say

Children grown
I'm all alone
Darkness grows
Sorrow shows

I've got something to tell
Thoughts to dark, my head's not well
It wasn't supposed to be this way
I've got something to say

Sitting on this shelf
Drowning in myself
I think that I'm in hell
**** this flesh made cell

©Pauline Morris