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CRY FOR HELP Hold me together, I'm coming unglued; I don't mean to be mad And don't mean to be rude.. But life really is a bummer Once in awhile - It's been a long time Since I really could smile. I don't sleep well at night And I eat like a horse - My thoughts are just jumping, It's a problem, of course. Could be the holidays And maybe much more - It's hard to just go And open the door.. I can't stand the lonely, I don't like the dark; I might need a friend Who could relight the spark Of a life that I crave Just to be happy again - It's my cry for help; I'm drowning, I've been Up for awhile then Down into Hell - I don't like it much, (Can't you tell?) Escape from the pain, Reality I don't need - Suicide's not an option And yet - as I plead I don't understand it, I'm usually flying free; I really love life What is wrong - with me??
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