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Oct 2013
Desolate streets under the highway pass
Where the ****** and broken go to pass
Drugs *** and loss of control
Where it's the only world that these kids now know
Alcohol and cigarettes
A life full of regrets
God has given up on me
And I don't care
To fall in love to lose your mind
I am the only one of my kind
In the City of the ******
Where Drugs are therapeutic
And I'm medicated their's no disputing it
I've lost my soul to this
This town that no longer exists
A world filled by hypocrites
The only love I know
Is the love to be alone
Running away from home
Walking on these desolate streets
Holy words hold no more meaning
My hands are drenched in blood
No body is perfect and nor am I
But what good am I in a world for the broken
Written by
Josh ersher
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