Do you know what it is like to be alone
By Yourself
No one home
Going insane
Racking your brain
No boyfriend
No child
Don't care for the wild
But you know in a while you'll become like a child
Sucking your thumb
No one will come
To save you from the sadness
Madness
Loneliness
They won't help you up or fill up your cup
So you do it yourself
Don't trust no one else
Keeping it real but your soul won't heal
So you do it to them
Till they know how you feel
by Tweezer
Pub in: Urban Grimshaw and the Shed Crew by Bernard Hare, p.161
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