Start my day and hit my head with th edoor. Grab hold of the chair and pull myself from the floor. Still isn`t clear what that was for I`ve recognized strong feelings in here. Fruit ripe for the picking and thoughts of fear Sometimes it gets to easy to assume that isn`t clear Tell me `bout those good old days. Older ones and better ways Ways I cannot change today. Tell me why. I`ll tell you why Bit by the dog can pull you back in the game. Each new problem drives you further from sane Topics take root in all the things that cause my pain Another day and not a bad start at all. Less weight on the shoulders can make you feel tall This bottle stands empty waiting for me to call Tell me why.
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