heal me... my self consciousnous... my looks.. my worries.. my wines.. my ability to not be strong.. my ability to cling to the past.. heal how i feel inside.. heal my paranoia.. heal my fears.. heal .. me... inside and out. -continued- yea as you see im upset. my ex has left worries and a handful of scars. its time for a new song. its time to sing once again. im letting it go. in my writing. i dont want to piss anyone off..with my worries and my constint bitchyness of my so called life nightmare. i want to be worry free..or atleast have small problems that can stay in the back of thy mind. i had burrying ppl in these problems. but they have broken my shoulders long enough and its time to get the wieght off and set if all free. starting now