When my brow breaksSTRESS
With winter thoughts
Heavy on my chest and shoulders,
Falling with the snow
Take a drill
To my head
Pills reduce the pressure,
Lithium feels like lead
Dear Ann Landers, I'm so fucked up
I can't control myself
What should I do
Dear Fucked Up, You are just a rat,
In an overcrowded maze
Or a lemming, with a jump craze
"Suicide is a permanent solution
To a temporary problem"
Go see a counselor, or your clergy
Let me sleep for a week
On a sunny holiday
Bleach away the strain
On a beach by the bay
Or I'll move out to the country
With my ocean and self help tapes
Visit the hypnotist
And frustrations float away
I feel funny, Check me in
Scars grow on my arms
As I keep slicing away
You won't laugh, When you find out
What pulling out your hair, Is all about
Everyone's free to choose their stylish demise
Paths of least resistance, Slow suislide
Like Christopher Walken in the Dead Zone
A little self destruction with every song
I think I'll go look in the fridge
And have a date with my handI hurt myself, You hurt yourself, Worry ourselves sick
I'm going for a run
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