Im awake in the night,
Im Asleep in the day,
Im filled with tears I cant cry,
And words I cant say.
Loneliness beckons,
I hear her call my name,
I try to smoke to hide,
But my heart stays lame..
The only joy I can find,
Is from the weed and the muppets,
But im attacked by a fear,
That ive become of of the god’s discarded puppets..
The strings have been cut,
And my legs cant take the weight,
Is this all my own doing?
Or the fucked up hand of fate?
fucked up hand of fate
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