Always in a hurry.
Constantly filled with worry
Something dark inside is growing
How could I live, never knowing
Fear takes hold and rapes my soul
Shredding apart what once was whole
Life-preservers are of no use
Such a loser, so obtuse
This train is leaving the station soon
Will you meet me before high noon
Can you stand the loneliness inside
The empty room in which I hide
This trip is not for the faint of heart
You would leave now if you were smart
I am of no use to anyone
My spirit is lost with the rising sun.
Agony spears what's left of me
Making me blind to what I should see
Time passed me by and now I'm gone
I guess I was dead all along.
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