Lashed to the mast
Of terrible nightmares
Wasted and tired and sick of it all
Minuscule problems seem to be large
Lately they seem to be taking their toll
I sit by the fire
Empty and hollow
Biting my knuckles -
Watch the blood flow
Now I just seem to ponder my problems
With no hope of recourse - I'm like a car stalled
That four-leaf clover that I never found
Seems so elusive, like love in this town
Left at the station with no-one to hold
I realised my friends had decided to go
Gripping life’s suitcase and it gripping me
I watched all my weakness trying to leave
Slumped to the ground and decided to go
Another failed movement- another failed show
But I can call in anger
Call in anger
Betrayed by a moment of weakness
All my problems
All my weakness
Betrayed by a moment of weakness
I just call in anger
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