My thoughts keep me awake
Tossing and turning all night long as the quietness of night accuse me
I groan loudly with a soundless voice, filled with a hunger I can't satisfy
As worrying seem to be the only meal I eat these days
And when the lines fall pleasantly for me
They get erased by the guilt I feel
I don't know what to do
I don't know if I should do anything
I've always tried to do the right things
But now like Paul, I do not understand what I do.
For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.
Who would help me....