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It’s hard to remember yesterday Dark entities in my skull Swimming in my veins A dim light, a life wasted The way things ar..

Waiting for the bus to come Slipping on my feet Somewhere there is a place Where there are flowers in the street Waiting for ..

Here I am Drunk again But sober Enough to know That I’m alone.

The violins begin to moan, As the rain falls and hits the bone. I found an old letter I forgot to send, As I look and watch the day..

It all went down on a winter’s day, The rain is soaking in the hay. The ships were launched the sea of green, I can’t ..

I raised from my bed,put my feet on the floor.This isn’t like yesterday,or the day before.Today won’t be withoutsome sadness, and pain.But..

Sleepless nights, Endless days, Hopes and dreams, Drifting away. Life and death, Both seem good. Existing in limbo, I guess lik..

I’m in this cave sitting by fire Trying to keep the cold From my shivering bones Alone in the cave Me and my fire We sit and..

Walruses on parade All loafing around On a beach somewhere All fat and flabby Lying in the sun But not for too long Time to ..

I have all these hospital bills And my living will All these pills that I take And this smile that I fake All my rage and my hate ..