If you showed me love, i wont refuse,
i know you'll never make me choose,
between the love i've got and the love i'd lose,
sometimes i'd rather run and hide.

This is a low, now is a low, a low point
there is a fine line between having a good time and having a bad time,
i slippped through that gap just as quick as saw it coming,
i could hae just walked away from it, but i never can
tonight was a clear example of how weak i actually am,
the stress levels are reaching the nd of the dial again,
a twelve hour shift does not go quick
too too much goes through ones head in that space of time,
when you know what you are doing and you fall into your subconcious, then you are in for trouble
all i could think of was bad things,
i suppose this reflects the mood i am in
yet Paul Mccartney's voice is cheering me up, thank you libby
why is it that i think these awful things, i suppose everyone does,
but one after the other, theres someting up with my head, why cant i think of fluffy clouds or blue skyies
i suppose last nights dream didnt help
it was a kind of wake up call of what is going to happen in the near future
i'm sick of ASDA now, i really cant be arsed wih it, tonight, today, it was horendous, how did i get through it last year, i know, because i didnt have so many resonsibilities, so much stress, so much weight to carry
i hope i see everyone before christmas, i want somehow to be lifted
that may be the only thing at the moment
lets fast forward 2moz, then the next day then the next day, t the 28th, i can fucking stayin bed all day if i want, as i am not working,
this is a low, a fucking low

If you take me up, i wont say no,
i guess you'd rather to see me grow,
into a better man than the one you know
sometimes my head is hanging low.

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