I

I thought about my problems.
I confused myself to sleep.
When I tried to confess my troubles,
he turned the other cheek.
All my boring life,
I've always held it close.
So when I'm mad at someone I care about,
I take another dose.

One time I wanted to do it so bad,
I took something like twenty.
I didn't expect to wake up at all,
so I made sure that I took plenty.

There's no one else in this whole wide world
That I confide these problems to.
I wish I new what to do