Shackled

Prisoner of my brain, driving my insane...

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Sleeves rolled up and all hands on deck 
What I’d rather want is your fingers on my neck
& combing my hair 
Allowing my soul to bare 
All that I swallowed 
Prisoner of my brain 
Walls of pain 
Shackled
And I can’t get out 
Stuck 
And it weighs so heavy 
Placing a levy 
On my brain
Taxing and driving me insane 
Let me be
Let me rest 
Let me sleep away my triggers
So they don’t get any bigger 
Tomorrow’s a new day 
I’ll be ok 
In this I pray
And move through this 🔒 lock 
This mental block 
Opening the light again 
Your hands, my zen 
Please God
Amen

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