Song of the Dying (Original)
Tears fall
For I cannot feel them
Upon my rough hands
My scar’d palms
All alone
Wondering ever which way
Where do I go
I am from?
A slight moment of puzzlement
Lightly confused
Politely misused
The secrets they’re telling you
Pretend it doesn’t matter
One just knows not what to do
Given away myself in every song
Swallowed the bars last liquor
Now images only seem blurry
In the past picture
The highway haunts you
Night fall taunts the blue
All life wants from you
Is the Truth
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