"Pastoral Care"

"Ive been told the drugs dont work, keep yourself out of all that murk,
But im craving for a drink, because i feel so stink.

There's a mess inside my head, I cant even get out of bed,
What the hells going on, why does everything feel so wrong.

Life was all sown up, had it all under wraps,
But what the hey is life all about anyway, i think ive been given the wrong map.

There's a mess inside my head, i try the hang to get out of bed,
I have no idea what is going on, and the world looks like its upside down.

Some will try to fix my problems, "let us pray for this confused cynic"
Others will pretend that they have never thought these same things,
Yet its obvious to me there lies are fifty feet thick

There's a mess inside my head, i thought i was out of bed,
Where the heck has truth gone, is everyone's story this long?

Whatever the answer, it just wont cut it, theres nothing out there that is just the right fit
You know questions are good, cos u then search for the truth,
Dont give me your thoughts, its different for everyone,
Cos the truth is real friends, listen and accept even when the verbal spew comes."

(c) Ruth Ellen Pirini November 2004