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So fucked I can't write The emotion has come back but the words haven't So I sit here pissed at myself Because all I can think to do I've already done And convincing myself to do anything else Is entirely futile. And without distractions My mind ferments And I can't find the words So I can't write them down So I feel even worse Cycle Cycle Cycle Cycle And it's a wonder I haven't started to cry The house is so empty Just the dogs and I And I've seen every tape And the words won't come so I can't create And I want to keep doing what I've already done But I don't want to give in to that poison And so I'm sitting here bored Needing a job And then feeling worse Because no fruit's been yielded And the most promising fell through Damn the new policies And the others go back to my poison So all I have left is to wait and ferment. |
- 8.20.98 5:28pm |