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SPIRAL
When my mind starts to spiral
Over words that were said
I take to the pen to get out of my head
It’s the only way to tackle the pain that I'm in
Obsessive contemplation that fills me with dread
Over words that were said
I take to the pen to get out of my head
It’s the only way to tackle the pain that I'm in
Obsessive contemplation that fills me with dread
I feel like I'm walking in an endless circle
A thousand-yard stare and then I switch to non-verbal
I'm a broken showhorse who can't jump the hurdle
I'm a star on a stage who missed dress rehearsal
A thousand-yard stare and then I switch to non-verbal
I'm a broken showhorse who can't jump the hurdle
I'm a star on a stage who missed dress rehearsal
I look out to an audience who appear unimpressed
They take pride in my failure and they mock my distress
I read bad reviews and then I throw out the rest
And just cower as I watch them plunge an axe through my chest
They take pride in my failure and they mock my distress
I read bad reviews and then I throw out the rest
And just cower as I watch them plunge an axe through my chest
I challenge choppy waters in shoes lined with lead
I'm diseased and disfigured and hanging on by a thread
I'm a shadow in a dark room bound to my bed
If my only choice is to spiral I would rather be dead
I'm diseased and disfigured and hanging on by a thread
I'm a shadow in a dark room bound to my bed
If my only choice is to spiral I would rather be dead