Handling Me
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How can I handle all this stress
How am I going to get out...of...this...mess
My body is sick, my mind is ill
I don't think I'll get out, but I know I will
Here I go again, around this distorted circle
I'm getting so pissed my face is purple
Nothing comes out of my mouth
exept, maybe, silence
Don't tell me what I should do or how I should feel
F*CK!  BRING THE VIOLENCE
I hate...everybody
I hate the way I think
I hate the way I feel
I hate the way you talk to me
I hate the fact that this is real
Why did I turn out this way?
This is all my fault
Why does my mind feel so far away?
Why am I such a disgrace...
I know...I can't take you down along for the ride
I've got nothing to show and nothing to hide
I've got nothing to feel and nowhere to go
I've got nothing to do, I only know I feel so helpless
I've got nothing...