31 October, 1975
Walking along a street past a window pane.
Looking into depths and darkness
With your mind in cane,
Trying to move it through your head,
Feeling just like a slab of lead.
Looking at you.
Girl in sunlight glittering at you,
Emotions just running straight on through,
Yet so lonely and so far,
Make it straight to a bar.
Looking at you.
Am I one or am I none,
Knowing that I’m fan to gone,
Childish thoughts or emotions deep,
All I want to do is weep.
Looking at you.
Always lying, think of dying,
World around never sighing,
Perhaps one day I really will,
When I’m sent my psycho bill.
Looking at you.
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