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Because I Can't Take Care of You...
Waking up to cacophony, some outside but more within
Struggling to peep through tired eyes to envision the unseen
Blinking, trying to see the light that cometh through
I see the day but I can’t see the light or the sky’s blue
I ponder, yet again, I get lost in thoughts once more
I try to erase my thoughts and deviate to my chore
I have to wake up, I need to wake up, tired but I must
Visioning nothing that inside my head would thrust
Yet I’m lost again as ever, to put my ideas into motion
I am, in encore, floating in incredulous imagination
I don’t seem to evade this trance away from myself
I come to realize, again today, I can’t believe myself
I throw a punch, I strangle myself, but my mind stops
I can’t fight my head, my restraints only cause few drops
I can, but withhold the pain I feel for the pain I can’t see
I can still make it for the other chords to have harmony
I feel, I think I feel, yes I do think I feel or do I only feel
I refrain to play my thoughts’ strings, unspin the wheel
I think I can mould my thoughts, barring thoughts within
I can go on with the sun even though it’s the setting
I need to go on with a drag if I must, what else can I do?
I’m taking care of myself because I can’t take care of you...