I wish I had a cigarette
Some food would be nice too
A drink or three to wash it down
And something to abuse
With every step I take
I take each step alone
The box above my head
Is not much, but it's home
And everything I've had
Has all but left me now
The God my mother told me of
Is a wolf that's on the prowl
In every way that could go wrong
Has gone wrong all the way
The drugs I push into my nose
Have held me here at bay
I'm trapped inside my head now
With nothing left to do
But lay, and sleep, and crawl around
And think of thoughts I knew
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My feet glide me through a path that steers,
The trees, I can feel there leers.
I crouch to hide as someone nears,
My head
Where Are You God?
It feels like the harder I try.
The more that comes against me til I hurt and cry.
I just don't
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Why can't you just leave me alone?
Give me time to myself to be on my own
Your constant nagging drills through my head
I
remorse
remorse has it's place
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if i reconize my error
i will learn from it's experience
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Trapped inside this body of imperfection.
Trappe d in my opinions of myself and
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