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Monday, 04 December 2006 |
PROFILE:
This middle-aged man called Nick wears slouchy clothes, has a shaved head that's typically facing down dejectedly, no job, no wife and a slight alcohol and gambling addiction. He does have a family however; a mother and a sister. They want what's best for him, but it has a reverse effect on him. They meddle with his life a lot, always saying the same things over and over again. Constantly being confronted with his weaknesses in his already dismal situation has made him very depressed. He voluntarily checked in to the Asylum after he tried to commit suicide a couple of times Without his family members and with the help of therapy he will get back on his feet. He is one of many who don't have a mental illness but rather a temporary problem which inhibits them from functioning properly.
LYRICS:
Still can hear them say "your end is near this way".
In filth I'm living, a mess created.
Can't give myself a helping hand. No luck or joy to understand.
But here they say it's not that hard to recover.
Chorus:
And I see my relatives won't let me be.
Always concerned and too much interference for me.
Don't want your sympathy.
Let me feel free.
Cannot longer take the blame. Affected with a sense of shame.
Many times I tried to leave but failed just like that last time.
The world seemed so black. Thought I'd never see it back.
'Cause I don't want to stay like this forever.
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