Barfly

I'm the barfly, drunk on dreams again.



I'm drunk on dreams again and I'm living day by day.



I'm the barfly so ill with fate.



I'm so sick with fate,and I'm burning my candle at both ends.



You tell me I don't know what I want.



I only know what I need.



Well maybe you're right but then maybe you're wrong.



Look at me!



I'm lost in this crowd.



I'm so lost in this stale crowd.



And now I've burnt my candle at both ends

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Misty Lackey's picture

I like the way this poem starts out,
I'm the barfly