Handle My Pain
Sometimes I feel down and out and I dont know how to deal
I try to cope by working out, plus I like the feel
Day after day, night after night, I constantly faced with nothing right
But the day will come when I will find, my life, my love and piece of mind
When I feel like I can take no more, I work out harder than the night before
But you know what, there's something else
Yes its that book thats on my shelf
Accompanied by words, a necessary filler, mind chiller, like thick smoke
Those words consume my mind as my conscience chokes
Now I got cloudy dreams that need to be clear
Spewed out frustrations in the form of a tear
If your pain is like mine then what do I do
I'm calling out for help from someone like you
And all I want is for this pain to be through
And if you can't help then don't bother askin
Cause you only add to the strength of the furious passion
And I'm sick and tired of all the tongue lashin
So I guess I'll go out in a productive fashion
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