Jerry Golden Poet I do not know?

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" 

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