January
.My my my…..my Brain
It might go insane
The pain and misery
Why can’t it go so leisurely?
I don’t want the hurt to remain
Why can’t it be contained?
It’s entombed deep within like a quivery
I can’t be rid of the grief, seriously
Maybe that explains all the migraines
Sometimes it’s all gone, whats with the trickery?
It’s back so damn suddenly
Years and years after all the pain
What will be left or become of my Brain?
