When the sun goes down
My fear goes up
It's dark outside
But so much darker inside of me
It's quiet time, thinking time
Too much time to not think straight
The TV'S on
I can't tell you what I'm watching
The mind races to nowhere
Ending up where it all started
A thoughtless man with horrible judgement
Wiping the blood of broken hearts
I want so much to hear a friendly voice
I need reassurance that it will all work out
I need a hand to hold my head up high
So that I can clearly see the roads ahead
I've banged my head too many times
I keep walking into the low lying branches
I'm concussed with disgust internally decomposing
Let my ashes flow with the wind
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