what if i just go, what if i just take
the next bus that comes, to away and back
let go of everything, everyone
break the ties that bind
and i want shoulders to cry on
but i cannot trust the ones around
i know, like quicksand they'll slip
slide under weary eyes
and the tears will only puddle
around my feet again
perhaps i should be watching better
almost fell out that hole in my head
i'm so much older than i can take
and the repetitions drain out more
than i can spare
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