Pools Of Mud
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Why, when the mind tries to move forward
It always breaks up?
I just want to do things in my own way
But it could be me
There's always the wall
That stops all the hopeful trends that desire
A brighter good time
I'm fading out, I need a hand
Help me, my spirit's losing its sense and
The air is tasting strangely
Through an open window my life escapes
I don't believe what I feel is killing me now
I don't believe what I see is dealing me down
Deep pools of mud swallowing pieces of my goodwill
Like a good boy that tries to help
Is causing more harm
This is not me
During the day, all that I see
Is cold and weak air, oh
I just need a hand
So help me, the tears are trickling down my cheeks
And there's no wind to dry them here
Only birds are dancing to my music
I don't believe what I feel is killing me now
I don't believe what I see is dealing me down
I don't believe what I feel is killing me now
I don't believe what I feel