im chained,
financially constrained,
but growing more and more intent,
on returning to the city to which I was originally sent.
its my own fault,
cos maths was a subject whcih i was taught,
and to be honest i excelled,
also in my english xcpet for the words that were misspelled.
im good with numbers but shit with cash,
i dont own a fast car, drink out every night ot dress flash.
but still i find myself wallowing in debt,
a figure too large to ignore or forget.
i didnt return to england to build a career,
i was following a feeling in my heart which i thought was clear.
however,
the mission failed,
and onto a emotional sword I was impaled.
I was low, afraid that i might drown,
with no love blessing me in this foreign town.
but i could always swim,
i just needed help with my back stroke,
some new friends and some good weed to smoke..
so i survived,
i was revived,
i found some special people in who i could confide,
how i felt, how i thought,
how i had been travelling from port to port.
i made a new base and isnt want too long before,
a little angel walked through the door,
and we attached ourselves to each other with superglue,
evernight the last thing i say is 'i love you'
so it seems stupid to complain,
about the fools and the rain,
cos i got a lot to be thankful for,
i wish god would show himself to me so i could show my awe.
anyway, i wanna take this lady away and make anew start,
cos life is too hard here and she has such an adoring heart.
but i find myself stuck,
cos my monetary policy has run outta luck,
and i yearn,
theres a torch inside me that continues to burn,
to get out of this country that to me is a human failure,
go live near the sea in a place called australia....
im chained
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