I have walked here maybe on this road 
A bed of friends
Via thoughts of guild so unextinguished

I was on my mothers door
Am I now on your reel?

All your friends found someone on the pretence
That they werenít hanging around for joy
To feel less worthless

I donít see them any more no
I wonít chain myself
I know, I know, I wont grow old





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painting: chad carey

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