Coping

Primal, evil, what am I?
Tongue-tied until the day I die
There's no love made with mermaids
It's just distraction or so they say

But I'm trying to car about it
Can't you see it in my face, my face

When I feel this strange can I go through this again

It's a sorry state you're getting in
The same excuse is wearing thin
There's no self control left in me
What was not will never be