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i sometimes just sit out

and stare at nothingness

but i do at the moon when

its there.

i sit there and watch the sky

pitch black sometimes purplish red

and look for the brightest star

thats nowhere

im right here and yet im not

god i have drifted again

where was i anyway

hell i dunno im not sure

but it sure was lonely and cold

there where i went

got a six stringer

strum a little tune that

always comes out sad and unholy

well i should admit that

there is love in that song

i didnt intend it that way though

but there is and it was beautiful

it made me shed when i sang it



thoughts come then they go

about you about me about them

and sometimes about peace here

and how much i made one heck of a mess



whats wrong with me anyway

is it that one little thing that you did

is it me trying to get out of here

is it me wanting to turn back the years

that i thought was wasted

exploited and abused like a new trend



alright then no answers

so ill just sit here and waste

my time like i always do

ill sit here but i need to compel

myself not to think about suicide



say how about you coming over

i think i need a little warm embrace

i sure could use one

i guess i need someone to remind me

that im still alive

i need you to tell me that

im not worth the abuse that im doing

to myself

i need you to tell me that

you are here and i dont need

nobody else.