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let those trees scream in your face breathing their air isn't your place

Saturday, October 11, 2003

Deserted

Sitting here all alone
Watching the birds fly home
I hear the constant drone
Why can’t they just throw me a bone?
I’m so sick of it all
I’m so deserted
But any love is good love
I’ll take whatever I can find

Can you not hear me, I’m calling out loud
I need you to come and stand in the crowd
I’m tired of all this nonsense
All I do is dispense
No wonder I take offence

Carry on for a while
And I’ll yet sit here and smile
Even if it’s futile
Forever I shall grow senile
I’m so sick of it all
I’m so deserted
But any love is good love
I’ll take whatever I can find


Monday, October 06, 2003

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