L05t

Times like this makes me feel so lost Somewhere in the midst of everything The wires in my head have been crossed Clouds of time, like smoke from an exhaust If I can buy the old me back,someone please tell me the cost No longer can I sit and wonder Can't continue to let this foster The trauma to my heart is not gettin any softer This is too complicated for any bullshit docta Maybe one more shot of vodka...Maybe one more shot of da 'roc My soul is already in shock Traces of blood from my empty wounds Big as little rock