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sick of this mind and the games it plays mental enemies want to push me back again here they come running wanting me up on that tree crucified (wait a minute) whatever words they say (me who said it) whomever they betray (me who did it) whenever they're awake it makes me die there's so much on my mind-we're given so little time--there's no way to hold on as it passes by-- so lead me into denial-help me forget for awhile stay with me, please don't go-if you want to be alone stay with me, please i don't have much else to say (unlikely) i'd rather you go away (unlikely) i don't need something from you (unlikely) though some say i will heal over time, it doesn't seem too likely it seems unlikely From Letras Mania