Either feeling so low
Deep in the darkness
With nowhere to go
Or up in the clouds
Of irritability
Extremely irrational
To blind to see
Who can help me
Carry my cross
I sit here lonely
Counting all as loss
I go to mass
And see the back of a head
And I think I might as well be
Stone cold dead
So out I go
Not even saying hello
To friend or foe
There's little to show
For sometimes though i kiss God
Who once was bread
Finding him in a human hug
Sometimes feels better instead
Forgive my blasphemy
Forgive my madness
Forgive my self-centredness
And all my badness
Forgive my mania
Forgive my low
Forgive me God
When I put on this silly show
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