Sunday, September 16, 2012

Me Alone

"What you've managed is to cheapen everything I've done.
And don't pretend you even know what I have been through, son.
And these days grievances come creeping through my open door.
I guess that's what friends are for.
I guess that's what friends are for. 
And can you not leave me alone?
And can you not leave me alone?
And can you not leave me alone? 
And all I ever really wanted was to stay at home.
Resting in a dirty bed on brittle bones. 
And can you not leave me alone?
And can you not leave me alone?
Can you not leave me alone? 
I was once a careless lover.
Now I live most undercover.
Hateful, yes, but always somber.

We might not be here for much longer.
We might not be here for much longer."

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