Born at home in winter. God put inside a soul so full of loneliness, emotion, love and decreed that my only cure from the constant pains of life will be potent fosages of heart warming (heart wrenching at times) literature.
All the friends I had worked my whole life making
Will be strangers for I couldn't keep them.
No one will recognise my name on the radio
For I spent all my days alone in isolation.
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We grew up with stone cold hearts
In the dark alleys, away from shine
Learning all the selfish ways
Vocabulary filled with I, me, mine
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Don't bring me a fire
Because I'll grow cold again
Don't light my world
It will hurt my dilated pupils
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If you burry me in Cow-Boy
Eventually people will build over my grave.
If you burry me in 'my village'
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