…I’m sitting and can write no more.
People look at me and say that I have died before.
People are watching me suffering with no rhymes or score,
But I ma tell ‘em I will give up no more.
All the pain is left behind, out of sight out of mind.
From now on I’m gonna live right.
But going with that sickness of being alive side by side
I will always feel some anger inside…
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