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Sitting at home, I can't write. The TV is too loud, and Jerry Springer's not my thing. I try to think, what exactly is my purpose, but I always draw a blank. Maybe I'm here to run a circus, I only said that because it rhymes. I just can't see life, in my old brown eyes. I can't seem to fight, these feelings inside. I go bowling on Tuesdays. I stand there in silence, take my turn when it comes. I look around but no one understands me, they just know me as Barry. I wonder if they even care for me, or if I'm just some lonely fool. I just can't see life, in my old brown eyes. I can't seem to fight, these feelings inside. Dropped out of school and lost my mind. My teacher said I'm lazy, or maybe I just don't like school. The thought of growing older bothers me, it makes me uneasy. I really don't mind getting grey hairs, I just don't like dying. I'm a nothing, a no one, a loser, a fool. I sit silent, I lose myself, I am a fool. And I just can't see life, in my old brown eyes. I can't seem to fight, these feelings inside.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Barry
Sitting at home, I can't write. The TV is too loud, and Jerry Springer's not my thing. I try to think, what exactly is my purpose, but I always draw a blank. Maybe I'm here to run a circus, I only said that because it rhymes. I just can't see life, in my old brown eyes. I can't seem to fight, these feelings inside. I go bowling on Tuesdays. I stand there in silence, take my turn when it comes. I look around but no one understands me, they just know me as Barry. I wonder if they even care for me, or if I'm just some lonely fool. I just can't see life, in my old brown eyes. I can't seem to fight, these feelings inside. Dropped out of school and lost my mind. My teacher said I'm lazy, or maybe I just don't like school. The thought of growing older bothers me, it makes me uneasy. I really don't mind getting grey hairs, I just don't like dying. I'm a nothing, a no one, a loser, a fool. I sit silent, I lose myself, I am a fool. And I just can't see life, in my old brown eyes. I can't seem to fight, these feelings inside.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
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