Flying Off The Handle

My nerves are shot and I'm about through
Doing anything for anybody that I can do
I'm laughed at,fussed at and beaten to a pulp
Now I'm thinking my mind has gone corrupt

One stept forward to regain my wits
Sends me three stepts backwards into fits
Popping pills to waste those headache pains
Blows my mind crazy and drives me insane

Got to get a one-way ticket to a peace of mind
Then I'm making tracks to leave it all behind
Until then it's going to be a daily battle
To keep my sanity from flying off the handle.

--By Charles A. Cowan--

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