Lazaretto
Heart Sick Blues
I've got the blues, ya, I got the blues today. Cuz my girl done up and left me, with no one to take these tears away. I got this sorrow, bottled up deep down in my soul. And its eating me up tonight, not quite sure how to let it go. Melancholy baby, everything is tinged in blue. Her beautiful face does haunt me, and my heart throbs with pain. This incessantly heavy weight in my chest is driving me insane. How l long to rip my heart out, and chuck it to the floor. And trample its wretched contents to display a bloody show. No repair for this brokenness, unhinged and in disarray. No one waiting on standby, who could roll these blues away. Ya, i got it bad, as my head hangs low in shame. And I'll take another pint of beer to try and medicate these bruises. The ones which marred my heart from her rejection. And I've been left to confusion, regarding these matters of love. She told me she cherished me, but then took off. I haven't seen her in so many days that I've lost count. I'm riddled with these incessant frowns, and beguiled in a cesspool of apathetic drowning. And still my heart remains on the floor, for I have yet to pick it up. Though I probably should, because she continues to trample upon it with every chance she can. Battered and bloodied and barely left beating. But don't worry, because I've clotted the hemorrhage with malice and bitterness. And who can roll these blues away, with their Herculean strength? Probably not any man, for they could not surmount the pain. My vision is blurred, and my skin has paled. Paralyzed by weakness, impotent and frail. For my heart has failed, because I've lost my grip on reality. I've yearned for love and clung to hope, but both have fled sometime ago. For now the blues have befriended me, and cling to me like the morning dew. I had solicited goodness to occupy my heart, but there's no room at the Inn, only suffering. The blues have got my number, and they just won't loosen their hold. I've aimed for a sanguine disposition, but these sorrows are vigilant and bold. And it's sure getting cold, for my circulation is diminishing. It seems like whenever I start to make change, I'm none the closer to finishing. For my girl left me some time ago, and I nary recall her face. And I've tried diligently to move on, but only seem to be failing. But who can roll these blues away, is the daily meditation of my heart? And the hard truth of the matter is, I must choose a brand new start.
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Heart Sick Blues
Heart Sick Blues
