1 July 2012

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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