Forget who I once was
Catastrophic news hits the door
I want to be elsewhere, perhaps just over there
Question....Am I just done for?
Dry me out
Pick me up, mend the pieces
Have I always hated my life throughout?
And will I ever learn to take pain and release?
Burn a Catholic candle to help me heal
I am a perpetual mover; so I can never be hurt
Can't help the solitude I feel
I wish I could grasp this life by the balls, and convert
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