One More Go

sweet november

The world is listening

Every angle knows me

More than I know myself

I'm losing it

Sanity from paranoia

Some newspaper clippings can tell my story

Better than I can tell it myself

I'm among the cold, the words, the laughing

The hate

My reason

Is forgotten

My head is shaking

I'm filled to the line with fear

And anger


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