In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, July 20, 2019
I look around
I look around
what do I see
everybody
has a right to be free
to love each other
to live their lives
to do anything
in order to survive
I look around me
you're all somebody else
I can't apply any of this
to myself
I tremble and I'm nervous
I panic a lot
the sky is falling
and faith is all that I've got
don't let me go under
I beg and I plead
another ignored request
by a man in need
I'm in fear for my sanity
my fragile mental health
but I can't do anything
to help myself
so I I'm looking for an answer
looking for a clue
looking directly at you
I look around
what do I see
my hopes and my wishes
have washed out to sea
there's nothing to live for
nothing to do
nothing to look
forward to
hand me that bottle
the one on the top shelf
I've done all I can
to help myself
I've done all I can
to help myself
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