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Chemical Imbalance

I’ve got a trigger for a mind
I’ve got a gun for a heart
No matter which way I turn
I’m finished before I even start
What’s left of me once I implode
A disabled fool
I’m the one to blame
My hands are my tools
They are all I have to work with
They are what chooses life and death
And for me there never was any living
Only surviving through regret
 
I’ve got a chemical imbalance
It’s all in my head
And sooner or later
I’ll whined up dead
I’ve got nothing here
Nor there
Nor anywhere
All I’ve got
All I’ve got..
 
I’m not sure I want to soul search
I don’t want to find my soul
It’s rotted; Disturbed
I’m scared
And I just don’t know anything or anyone anymore
I don’t know who I am
What I am
And it hurts so bad
Knowing I’m hurting everyone else in the process of hurting myself
 
I’ve got a chemical imbalance
It’s all in my head
And sooner or later
I’ll whined up dead
I’ve got nothing here
Nor there
Nor anywhere
All I’ve got
All I’ve got..
 
I’ve got a problem
I’m halfway dead
Now or never
Ill finish the book unread
I’ve got nothing here
Nor there
Nor anywhere
All I’ve got
All I’ve got..
 
All I’ve got is hope
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