Incomplete
Don't ask me please,
because please I can't do.
My rubber backbone,
will only cheat you.
I'm a lonely disease,
I'm the cold in the breeze,
I'm on my knees,
my hands are tied,
and I've tried.
I've tried, I tried, I tried, I tried.
I've tired out,
I've died out,
incomplete.
Don't give me a headache,
it will last all week.
My bleeding feet,
need to hit the street.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2007
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