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May 2014
I don't know what to do;
I'm strung out through, and through.
I try my best, they still detest;
I don't know what to do.

I don't know where to go;
I've lost myself below.
And here I'll sit; I'm ready to quit;
I don't know where to go.

I don't know who I am,
I wish they'd understand.
This flesh, my own. This mind, unknown;
I don't know who I am.

I don't know where I'll be;
this road lay not for me.
I tread a line so faded, and fine;
I don't know where I'll be.

I don't know when's the end,
it may be 'round the bend.
Wherever it be, it's waiting for me;
I don't know when's the end.

I don't know why I try.
I may as well lay down, and die.
'cause in the end we all shall wend;
I don't know why I try.

I don't know anymore;
I live a life abhorred.
I need release from this disease;
I don't know anymore.

All these things I show,
yet you dismiss them so.
I gave you signs, you fed me lines.
I don't know; I don't know.
Eli Nash
Written by
Eli Nash  Boise, Idaho
(Boise, Idaho)   
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