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It has grown stale like old bread
grown dull like a used knife
and I don’t know what to do
I’m rushing in my life
but I feel like I’m going nowhere
like a car speeding down a highway
that has no destination
Woy many nights I have stayed awake\
crying until I could no longer?
The number must be countless
Those nights are only too familiar to me now
What;s the sense?
The pain I’m feeling
never goes away
It haunts me like a childhood fear
and never releases the hold on me
And whenever there seems to be a time
when I haven’t a trouble
it’s there
And it always finds the way back to me
The agony is indescribable
and I don’t know what to do
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