Manic by Coleman Hell I can't get out of my bed, think there's magnets in my mattress Might as well just be a casket for all I care Oh no, here we go again The bad thoughts are creeping in The bad thoughts are creeping in When I feel crazy, I hide it, then fall apart in private … Continue reading Manic by Coleman Hell

What’s up? Twenty-five years and my life is still Trying to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes When I'm lying in bed just … Continue reading What’s up?