Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Too tired

There is no connection with the world
When the chemicals kick in like a sword.
There is nothing to say, the night is here
Tomorrow is another day, shed no tear.

I'm getting more and more under the carpet
Like a speck of dust, I'm a moving target.
I'm getting more and more under the regrets
Going down to the bottom of all nets.  


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