Those that brought me into this world
Are busy riding these amnesiac waves
My life stares back at me
Asking for its unpaid rent
Stone-broke and crippled to the bone
I hide beneath my given name
Where should I go from here, Oh Dear Lord?
Me and my strife are evicted out of life
Nick kler
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