Its six oclock and the sun comes up... woke up this morning without a heart, you know I bled it dry long ago. Feeling these feelings that I can not even start and now Imloveless; walking over it every day. can not you see, oh god, you know life aint good for nothing when you re caught up in a frees". You know that I have been compared to the body of the son, I didnt mean to hurt no one. A broken bottle from his hand hits the ground and hes watching all the bodies go around and around and around Coming down, got my two feet on the ground, and Imwalking around. Now Imtimesick of the reasons, Imtimesick of the seasons, but you know Imnot Kerouac. Imtimesick of the laying to rest of the woman who taught me how to be human and you know I dont care about the rest. Imcoming down, with my two feet on the ground and Imwad around.
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