Intro

Can someone please turn off my mind

My thought's are racing all the time

There is no reason or no rhyme

I'm trapped inside myself

A newborn baby has two primary modes of communication

Laughter, which says, I love this

Or crying, which says, this frightens me, I'm in pain

Life can bring much pain

There are many ways to deal with this pain

Choose wisely

At the bottom of the hour glass

Lies sand that represents the past

In which all of my demons rest

I'm calling out for help

There are many ways to deal with this pain

There are many ways to

Choose wisely (choose wisely, choose wisely,

Choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely,

Choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely,

Choose wisely, choose wisely, choose wisely)

K-O-D