+quot;80+quot; by Green Day My mental stability reaches it's bitter end And all my senses

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"80" by Green Day My mental stability reaches it's bitter end And all my senses are coming unglued. Is there any cure for this disease someone called love? Not as long as there are girls like you. Every thing she does questions my mental health It makes me lose control. I want to hurt myself. If anyone can hear me, slap some sense in me. But you turn your head And I end up talking to myself. Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated. So I lose my head or bang it up against the wall. Sometimes I wonder if I should be left alone Or lock myself up in a padded room. I sit and spew my guts out to the open air. Because no one wants to hear a drunken fool. Everthing she does questions my mental health. It makes me lose control. I just can't trust myself. If anyone can hear me slap some sense in me. But you turn your head And I end up talking to myself Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated. So I lose my head or bang it up against the wall. I do not mind if this goes on But now it seems I'm too far gone I must admit that I enjoy myself 80, please keep taking me away. Away. Away Everything she does questions my mental health It makes me lose control. I just can't trust myself. If anyone can hear me, slap some sense in me. But you turn your head. And I end up talking to myself. Anxiety has got me strung out and frustrated. So I lose my head or bang it up against the wall.

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