Petals In The Grass
Psyche
Longing for a memory
That seems to not exist
Trying to find a happy time
My dreams they do resist
Things my eyes should have never seen
Seems to skew my thinking
Bring the sadness to my lips
This sorrow that I''m drinking
My psyche is ravaged
My brain is numb
A pilgrim am I
Tired and lonesome
Skilled at pain
A master of my craft
Eternally mental
Crazy, and daft
Looking in the distance
To the corners of my mind
Searching for the gentle thoughts
Nowhere can I find
That seems to not exist
Trying to find a happy time
My dreams they do resist
Things my eyes should have never seen
Seems to skew my thinking
Bring the sadness to my lips
This sorrow that I''m drinking
My psyche is ravaged
My brain is numb
A pilgrim am I
Tired and lonesome
Skilled at pain
A master of my craft
Eternally mental
Crazy, and daft
Looking in the distance
To the corners of my mind
Searching for the gentle thoughts
Nowhere can I find
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