when the demons that you battle are in your own head... i know how lucky i am in so many aspects of my life without question ~ but sometimes my little voice that is mostly on mute these days rages very loud and then i can't get out of my own way and i am back to tripping over the air in the room again... i really don't like days like these
'...spilled her coffee broke a shoelace
smeared the lipstick on her face
slammed the door and said i’m sorry, i
i had a bad day again
and she swears there’s nothing wrong
i hear her playing that same old song
she puts me up and puts me on
i had a bad day again...' ~ Bad Day by Fuel
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