Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Too high to fall, too low to fly

Turned up to eleven
That's how I feel these days
Unbound energy, happiness bursting out of my seams
And down it goes, I'm a jumpy ball of stress and anxiety
Then a profound tiredness, deep in my bones, overwhelming me.

Turned up to eleven
My charm level is trough the roof, everyone is affected
But this restlessness won't leave me alone, nothing is enough
I'm constantly on, desperate, needy, 
I can no longer find any peace and quiet on my own.

Turned up to eleven
I need to go for a long walk
Take a cold shower, maybe ten
Stay in bed with company till the neighbors complain
Something, anything, to calm me down again.

Turned up to eleven
Something is not right in my head
Like a bomb ready to go off, 
Lightning ready to strike
Am I really going to burn a hole in this life of mine?


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