The Big Upset
In an insane mans dreams
His problems seem to run away
but when its time to start a new day
THEY come to haunt him again
Say hello to your demons
Many times he'd be doing fine
Unwanted visitors would snip the line
Painting shapes in his mind
Draining him til he bout goes blind
Seeking help he went to many
The help was hefty and plenty
but at night it's like a shark frenzy
He'd drift in his tears and still weep
In a sea of tears
Drowning in those fears
In bed he'll steer into The Big Upset
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