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Aug 2010
Funny how, in a crowded room,
You can feel all alone.    
Funny how, speaking on the telephone,
You can feel on your own.

Funny how, with family by your side,
You can feel dead inside.
Funny how, when friends come round,
You can feel like you’ve drowned.

Funny how, when you laugh and joke,
You can hide behind the smoke.
Funny how, when you smile,
You really want to run a mile.

Funny how, people think your smart,
You can be a master of your art.
Funny how, people think you care,
You know ‘cause your not there.

Funny how, you thought you wanted out,
You now know what’s that’s all about.
Funny how, you live your life in pain,
You get a second chance, but do the same.

Funny how, you think you have it bad,
You know your slightly close to mad.
Funny how, you won’t face the truth,
You know there is more than just you.

Funny how, I say you - when I mean I.
You want to live,
I’d like to die.



Steve Collins
September 1st 2008.
Steve Collins
Written by
Steve Collins  Chelmsford, Essex
(Chelmsford, Essex)   
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