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Little Unwell
Little Unwell
Among the world of mass confusion
Seems you've survived another night,
Another day, hour...year
So tell yourself...how does if feel?
Does the need to bleed ever go away?
Your remarkable silence, only shows your insides
Through your eyes, or a strum from your guitar
Sad in a way how the ladies
Still will line up to dance with you
And your pain
Why o why do they want to get to know a little unwell?
They say let them decide the likes of you
But you and I, we know this will never do
For even Jack Black, succumbs to sober...sometime
And when the cards are laid upon the table
When another's touch finds all that you hide inside
Where devastation and trepidation prevail
Will you once again, with tears in your eyes
Have to say,...I'm sorry...
Copyright @ Dennis Hicks 2003
