Alone and bemused
Tragically confused
As if I'm being used
Or maybe I'm accused ?
Sat here felling blues
Always tearing,
Felling bruised
Would reach out but what's the use
A born recluse,
Its how it suits
Never ment to get too close
Well meant but then got broke
Never went out to provoke
Just not that type of bloke
That's why I turn to weed
All day I'll smoke on bongs
A little thing I hubble on
Smoke appears then troubles gone
But never gone for long Always comes back strong
I guess this is a cry for help
But still don't want responce
I'm an addict to the misery
A bitch to this strife
I lived my life with no chivalry
Embraced the lonley night
So I chase this lonely plight
Till my face is out of sight
Never ready for fight
So I guess I just take flight
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