The Problem

Well I've picked up the problem
Many times
I've looked at the top the bottom and all sides
I put it down but it is still on my mind

I find myself turned around
I'm here and there and upside down
I cannot get on step though I'm at the red line
I'm bogged down by the problem that is on my mind

So I try to sleep but get no rest
I'd breathe better but there is a weight on my chest
Oh there's something here that's just not right
And all these thoughts
They keep me up all night

Like a crowd in a room when the panic comes
To the one open door everybody runs
But they get stuck all the more the harder they try
Even so the thoughts that are on my mind

Well my heart knows only love will fix
But my head so protective needs to be convinced
Oh my God my guitar and a little time
Will work on the problem that is on my mind
Oh my God my guitar and a little time
Will work on the problem that is on my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Spehar
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