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May 2015
What is this world
Do I belong to it?
Cheap Drinks
Cheap ****
Is there nothing pure
Pure and meaningful
Something I can hold on to
Hold tight to in the darkness
When the loneliness begins to bite

This can't be the only way
This foolish man
Doesn't know right from wrong
I knew I would come crashing down
Down to earth
Reality Bites
Can't catch a breath

Join the rat race
A race to the top
A race to the bottom
Cruel paths lye ahead
Spiralling through life
On a pre destined **** storm to the grave

I look in my soul
For the strength to fight
There just has to be something, somebody, somewhere who feels as I do

Coke, ****, **** and speed
Will numb my wits
At least a while
Lying in bed at night
Shivering till morning light
That's when realities cruel cold grasp takes hold

That's when you know yourself
No as a character
A character you're playing in life's cruel game
In a vain effort to fit in

You're different man
You can't escape
Can't fight it
It's just you

But what do I know
I'm just a man, boy, child
Naked and alone a million miles away from home
No direction, bound by societies expectations

What am I saying
What am I thinking
On this page I'm writing
On this guitar I'm picking
On this road I'm walking

Is there an answer
I've been low
But never this lost
Common there's someone out there
Am I going crazy!

Drinks flow
Dance floors a ravinΒ Β 
The loneliest place on earth
In which I don't belong

Where do I look for this hope
Hope that's a missin
It ain't in no ***** house
Or down a movie stars blouse

That's a meaningless distraction
From the gap that's a burin
Burin away at your soul
The gap that can't be filled with psychedelic pill
That **** just makes your mind feel ill

You look at these people and think
Do I have to be like that
Do I have to follow this path
The path to the bitter end
Where nothing but the abyss awaits me

I want to be remembered for the good I've done
When my ship comes in
Will it be filled with joy and happiness
Or hate and anger

This glorious life is for livin not drownin
Drownin in sorrow
There's purity out there
You've got to search after it
Seek it out
Get up wash, dress face the cruel world head on
Let it know it ain't got you beat
It ain't got you worn down
You're a human being of this world
That you're hear to rise above
Above the river of meaningless **** to a meaningless bitter corrupt end
But you're hear to make yourself know
Making sure your time here meant something

It might be to late for me but there's still hope for you........
Steve Raishbrook
Written by
Steve Raishbrook  27/M/Brighton
(27/M/Brighton)   
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