I am helpless. I am frail.
I cannot see the hope or the light.
This room is so quiet,
I can't stand the silence it brings.
"Tell me your thoughts,
tell me your pain,
I will do all I can to make you sane."
My mind is made up,
I'm cutting him out.
A call for tension is stretching this out.
A piece of your time for a piece of my thought,
what would straighten it out, ended up in a knot.
Held so close to my heart,
she was my coping sail, on dark waters.
The black engulfing sea, Side Two was the wave.
Help me find my way out.
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