Shit

So days come and go like days like every other week.
A monday, i wake up, i sleep.
A tuesday i wake up i sleep.
A wednesday i wake up, i sleep.
a thursday, i wake up... i sleep.
a friday, i wake up.... i sleep.
A saturday... i wake.. i sleep.
A sunday. . . i wake up. i sleep.

I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose.
Here's your ticket. to my world that's wicked.
I never cared, you never knew, i never till i found out i was something to you.
Now im so confused, and i dont know what to do.
you say you want to know how i feel, but im gonna spare you the guilt,
they say all wounds heal with time, but that's the farthest thing from my mind.
You're two facing me. You're not beign real with yourself
get away from me, get away from me, i dont need your fucking help.
Pray for me, like you do every night, it wont do no fucking good
Now you say to me, you jut want me to be alright.
FROM ME TO YOU.

This shit takes me back to ohio.

how did that trip go?