What is the story behind “Post Concussionist?”
5.3 million Americans are living with a TBI-related (Traumatic Brain Injury). This is a song about my personal experience written in support of #pinkTBI. Please listen and download the song now.
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“Post-Concussionist” ©2016 Vera Quijano/Laetoli Music(ASCAP)
Lyrics: Struggling Another tear rolls down My face, screaming Inside my world is spinning Round and round. Please let me in. No... get me out of here. Strangers calling No, it’s voices in my head Pounding, and pressure fills my life Time dragging on, so slow Nowhere to go from here. Constant burn, and lightning Strikes my brain Damaged goods No longer have a name Tossing, turning Why’s it so loud in here? Phantom mind Who am I? Where’d I go? Away from home, too long Vacation La La Land Poor lost soul Home is nowhere near. Flashing lights Demon visions Telling lies Broken pieces Random faces Why the disguise? Feeling down Isolated Where are my friends? Say I look the same? Well I'm not the same Is this how it all ends? Dazed, confused Darkness every day and night Watchman, off this eve again You’re on your own No kiss goodnight Emotions frozen Broken heart, no love for me Tonight I’m on my own again Walking dead, alone Why fight this fight? Flashing lights Demon faces Telling lies, lies, lies Broken pieces Blurry vision Why the tricks? Why the disguise? Feeling down Isolated Where are my friends? What friends? Say I look the same? But I'm not the same! This hell... is there no end? This hell... There is no end!! Stop talking at me! Your words are loud, and too fast It’s not that I’m dumb I’m a post-concussionist Stop talking at me! I’m trying my very best I’m sorry my best’s not good enough, for you I’m just a post-concussionist Nice to meet you What’s your name again? So sad, unsure what to do with this Can’t find my words To explain why Have we met before? What’s your name again? Impaired, afraid No power, like before Excuse me, just a minute I think I’m going to cry Never mind. Did you smell the roses? Or see that sky? Well I *felt* that sky! I’m the Lucky One! Post-concussionist All I can do is try! Been private messaged From Above I’ll soon see The Light! Still alone But no longer lonely One day... I’ll win this fight! I’m going to win this fight! Stop talking at me! Please! Try to be considerate I can see you just don’t understand That I’m a post-concussionist Stop talking at me! Please! JUST STOP! The overwhelm... it’s keeping me down Cause I’m a post-concussionist