Can't tell today from yesterday
From bed to couch, vegetating for weeks
Darkest thoughts try to shut her down
Her game is on a loosing streak
Nothing to ease the millstone round her neck
No one to take the yoke of her back
But a string of beads
She's praying glory be
On her knees
With a string of beads
To numb to reason, or even cry
She wished she had the guts tonight
But her kind lord would not condone
And invalidate her ticket home
Sickening headaches take control
Fighting voices, they're not her own
Ghosts and demons try to rock her creed Forsaken in the hour of need