I have a thousands voices in my head.
All I wish for is to go to bed. Tossing and turning I can't stop but think. If only I liked to drink. No matter what I do I can't escape this stress. Even so I'm thankful for this wonderful mess. I have a home and people that care.
So this life of mine I will bare.
So many people have yet to understand.
The life they live has already been lent a helping hand.