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Sorrow


That hit I took I saw a rock

Blasted

I took a shot

I get it made and buried

 

That famous pop

It’s fantastic

That trip I took

You laid it bare

Alone without my thought

 

Alone I sought

A first glance

Just to talk

 

Your words are here nor there

All I hear is I’m still breathing

 

And I

 

I got taken away

I landed in an uncomfortable place

I feel empty

No lungs

No dreams

No way home

 

Your words are here nor there

All I hear is I’m still breathing

And I take another hit

One more and my soul will be closer

One more and maybe I will be stronger

One more and the day got longer

 

All I hear is I’m still breathing

And I went around looking

No hope

Eyes all bloody

Stood out on a rope

 

The town was all I saw and without me in it

I took a trip to the source

Without you in it

Ate away my brain the rot still sinning

 

And you took me away

To sea of tranquility

My eyes burning

Jaws all churning

You could rot without to repent

 

All I’m looking for is my two cents

My wisdom is beyond your years

 

Spirit gets high and I wrote that friends

There’s no rest for my sorrows

The rivers overflowing

 

And you’ll find that I am broken

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