You can feel every pulse of your blood,
Reminding you the days slip on by, as they should.
But nothing has been done,
You rarely see the sun.
A house barely clean never could,
Bring yourself to rise,
For a life, fantasise,
Of diving in the deep end, the water offers changes.
I can feel every twisted, dead bone,
But I have seen the city,
It's young, their hopes,
The town boys roaring by,
Sometime I wanna die.
Long to live,
Tell me why should I leave,
The comfort of my room, with it's dirt inches deep?
So why do people bother?
I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER.
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Everyone has a place, I know mine,
In bed where I was born, where I'll live, where I'll die.
The longing is long gone,
I'm boredom's latest son
Oh do you cry for a life ever spring?
Winter is a fading, and dim memory.
Go take what you have not,
And leave me here to rot.
I can feel every twisted, dead bone,
I have seen the city,
It's young, their hopes,
The town boys roaring by,
Sometimes I wanna die.
