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When i get home it's late at night,
i'm black and bloody from my life,
i haven't time to clean my hands,
cuts will only sting me through my dreams.
It's well past midnight as i lie
in a semi-conscious state.
i dream of people fighting me
without any reason i can see.
In the morning i awake,
my arms my legs my body aches,
the sky outside is wet and grey
so begins another weary day.
so begins another weary day.
After eating i go out,
people passing by me shout.
i can't stand this agony
why don't they talk to me?
In the park i have to rest
i lie down and i do my best,
the rain is falling on my face
i wish i could sink without a trace.
In the morning i awake,
my arms my legs my body aches,
the sky outside is wet and grey,
so begins another weary day.
so begins another weary day.
In the park i have to rest
i lie down and i do my best,
the rain is falling on my face
i wish i could sink without a trace.
In the morning i awake,
my arms my legs my body aches,
the sky outside is wet and grey,
so begins another weary day.
so begins another weary day.