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Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past,it's no wonder life looks better through the bottom of a glass.these bitter litanies you keep repeating,are verbal fingers down my mental blackboard screeching.
Each moment in your company,was of more quantity than quality.
My hopes and dreams - transparent phantoms,this wayward son's irrational anthems.
Not worth spending quantity time,life is hunger - life is pain.
Never ending quantity time,toe the line - take the strain.
Awake in bed in quantity time,hate to say I told you so.
Long time dead in quantity time,next stop Hell - not far to go.
My vision is obscured - blurred by tears of anger,these four walls a prison where I rot in stagnant languor.
My broken heart screams out "
Someone repair me" -or please lay me in the cemetery.'
Cause you've taken all that's best, you see,so I'll lay to rest the rest of me.
You cannot hold a dream to ransom -or silence my irrational anthem.
Not worth spending quantity time,life is hunger - life is pain.
Never ending quantity time,toe the line - take the strain.
Awake in bed in quantity time,hate to say I told you so.
Long time dead in quantity time,next stop Hell - not far to go.
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