Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself He sits and waits for something better, hell never find it here The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he cant even feel it There it goes again, hes listening to someone He hears the bitter laughter And all he wants to know is... Why------ does any of it matter? (I cant take it anymore) Youve gotta try------ the inhale that makes the exhale so much better He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts Come one and all and see what happened...that broken man is me...................
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 00:49:45 +0000
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