Walking down an unfamiliar road
Carrying a familiar load
Mouth bitter with the taste of regret
Nothing makes me forget
Wandering this hostile place
Holding out a hand in case
Someone else might walk by
I can't remember why
What am I still doing here
In a land so full of fear?
No one sees the tear I cry
And a hollow train keeps going by
When life is lived in lowest gear
And noone friendly is even near
To listen to my frantic lies
That hollow train just bleats goodbye
If leaving was within my power
I'd dismantle the streets hour by hour
I'd vaporize the dirt with my hand
If only someone could understand
The way this place has invaded me
Its ugliness has jaded me
It's hard to wake up in the morning
Clad in the dreary sweater of mourning
Open your eyes and see each day is the same
Piece by piece you're losing the game
The forecast here is always the same
Partly cloudy with a chance of pain
Nothing to do nothing to see
Is this day-to-day slumber all life will be?
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