The Lincoln Bridge
cigarettes burn
and you think it soothes your soul
candles do the same
but you don't think too much of them
two of a kind means
you've got one in mind dear
this is what if feels like
to lose everything
this is what it feels like
to be nothing at all
every mountain i climb
every hill i triumph
i wonder what it's all for
i wonder what's the purpose
you stand there pretending to be
someone i used to know
i used to think you're where it's at
i tried to save you from yourself
little river by the sea
there's no room for decency
two of kind means
you've fallen behind
this is what if feels like
to lose everything
this is what it feels like
to be nothing at all
every mountain i climb
every hill i triumph
i wonder what it's all for
i wonder what's the purpose
you think i'm some one else
as i sit here by myself
and i think of someone else
you stand there pretending to be
someone i used to know
but i think you're some one else
"a conversation with no one"
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2015
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