When I can face my feelings
and the way I am inside
Finally acknowledge that my father died
I can become something more than I am now
The love that I have denied, I finally can allow
I can sleep without waking from an evil dream
I won't be manic or depressive, somewhere in between
I don't know who it is, but I can just be myself
It's like life is just a dusty book waiting on my shelf
But for now I'm stuck with sorrow
and this cup I fill with wine
Though there never is a tomorrow
That's when I'll be just fine
Maybe God is never listening
Then I just talk to myself
What if he thinks the same thing
God, Are you speaking to thyself?
Aloneness is my specialty
and sadness is my goal
I have no need for sobriety
If I'm wanting to be whole
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