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Jan 2016
Tired kid lets the old paranoia sink in,
I hear your worried words so loud,
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
I want it all to stop now but I don’t know how,
New phantom thoughts just don’t know what they’re thinking,
But you still try and you say that you’re proud,
You can say it today but,
From now on that word’s not allowed,
Looking at nothing all night,
Nothing in nowhere and there’s no getting out,
I’m alright, I’m alright,
I’m alright without knowing what it’s all about,
Open up the cupboard doors again,
Got to swallow all my friends then,
Maybe I pretend I haven’t got any,
Left twenty-two years too many,
No I don’t want any birthday cake,
The man on the moon made a mistake,
He can’t take all the steps now he just wants to leap,
Into empty space and I’m trying to sleep,
Boy on the moon with the world at his feet,
With a whole lot of nothing still in-between,
Close your eyes and hold your breath,
Push off the end into quietude in death,
You gave it your best,
I have nothing left,
Stuck in-between, you don’t know what that means,
You’re not where I’ve been,
You’ve not seen what I’ve seen,
I’m not complaining,
No I’m not complaining,
Because it don’t change a **** thing,
About anything
Bryn Dawes
Written by
Bryn Dawes  Essex
(Essex)   
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