All These Things That Nobody Wants
staring at the night sky
as i lie awake
They don't know
what i've been through
All these things
that i must do
They don't know
what i've been through
over my head
in wanted guilt
the streets
give away my filth
still living off the charity
of an opened hand
I really thought you knew
I sat there and told you
the sky's were blue
Whispered unto you
what you undrew
if innocence were to perish
and in this form of life
I became a bit too weary
like coffee I'm available
only when I'm unwarm
I still miss you dearly
staring at the night sky
as i lie awake
they don't know
what i've been through
All these things
That i must do
They don't know
what i been through
"if life were a vending machine i'd check out with a card"
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