Looking up straight found a hand on your shoulder. Trying to find his way through the city. Crawling through an alley on the floor by a door. Needing help with a feeling that he’s had before. Never calling anyone feeling unloved saying goodbye. Life is better when you’re high, nevermind when you’re there. Cause they never play fair they never play fair.

Memories hurt even more when you burn. Like you’re walking on a tightrope having no hope. Looking down for a face or smile. You find it there, you fell. Writing neat letters to yourself, maybe this one will help. Throw it all away and hurt yourself. When you’ve done see what it’s all about. See the hurt in hell. Perhaps letting you down, feeling unfound. Like you’re in a race and no wind inside. 

Everyday has a night, every night has another fight. Steal me, put me in your pocket, I’ll be there. Take me out when you can’t shout, can’t find a reason why you’re here. Send you to a place where the brave win the race. Maybe will, maybe won’t. Turn the clock around now. You think it’s always better but it won’t. Take you away up out of here.

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