Way too much...

[missmissy]

So much running through my head,

Not knowing what to do.

It's all one thing after another...

I'd have fixed it if I knew.

Not knowing just which way to turn,

Not knowing which step to take,

It's all come up so quick,

One thing after another's own wake.

I hope and I pray,

That the next day will be a better one,

I try and look for the best in this all,

And hope that one day I will have won.

As I pull my hair out,

And scream as loud as I can,

I am able to deal with things easier,

And not let the shit hit the fan.