Only Me
Walking,walking, down a street
The lights so dim, the space too deep
No other soul but my feet's
As a shopping cart passes by
Talking, talking, to myself
About life, my dreams, and my health
Wipe dust off this empty shelf
Grey ashes lingers memories
A hug, a whisper, will suffice
Any change will be alright
To love, to laugh, to drink with me
And wash away apathy
Nothing happens, the ache still clings
Widens the hole that it brings
Hot-iron brands frozen outcast
Forever on me it lasts
So walking, talking, down this road
None to see, nowhere to go
Maybe someone will lift this load
And together, touch the sky
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