Raymond E. Bailey copyright © 2009.

I never wanted.
I never needed.
I didn’t care for a single thing.

I never hoped for.
I never wished for.
I didn’t care what money could bring.

Now I feel that I’ve fallen.
Deep beneath the cracks.
Losing all that I stand for.
I’m having this attack, another panic attack!

One day I woke up.
And then I packed up.
I hit the road from this dusty country.

I saw the bright lights.
And all the pub nights.
I found my way, to the big city.

Now I feel that I’m done for.
I’ve got a monkey on my back.
Can’t keep track of myself.
I’m having this attack, another panic attack!

Seems like I’ll never fit the mould of what they believe I should be.
Seems like I’ll end up growing old, with their fingers pointed at me.
Pointed at me!

I always knew it.
I never bought it.
Didn’t click with society.

I had my own way.
It made me happy.
I was beaten down eventually.

Feel my skin start crawling.
My mind begins to snap.
I know I’m close to falling.
I’m having this attack, another panic attack!