Spiraling down to no where, dancing on a whim, haul me off to Bellevue, I can never win.
Keep trying to move forward, always getting dropped behind, walking down the freeway trying to lose my mind.
There's no sense in dying for the voices in my head, all they're doing is lying, the truth to them is dead.
Spiraling down to no where, dancing on a whim, haul me off to Bellevue, I can never win.
A.J. Downey
09-30-1999
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