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I'll leave in the typos and such in this morning's post. There are fewer than I would have expected, all things considered.

This needs some serious, serious, serious revision. In fact, I think I'm going to end up rewriting whole stanzas, but it's a rough draft, so ... here it is in all its unglory.

I'm not as bad as I think I am.
I'm not as good as you want me to be.

This crazy autopilot keeps me flying,
trying to figure out how to
wipe away my pain;
a refrain to a time long lost.
To regain some aspect of the past
almost regardless of the cost.

I'm not as bad as you think I am.
I'm not as good as I want me to be.

Just when I think I can find my own way,
my brain shuts down.
You say you may know the sound
that bounces between my ears,
behind my eyes,
but who will be the one
to stifle the lies?

I'm not as bad as I think I am.
I'm not as good as you want me to be.

Frustration mounting, tension building.
Have to keep my thoughts fenced in.
This continuation of a discussion
in my head of what might have been
is punctuated by an empty glass.

I'm not as bad as you think I am.
I'm not as good as I want me to be.