I lie in my bed wide awake
Shame that's not the only lie I've ever had to make
I think to myself for christs sake
Why did a take the bait
Why did I try to deside fate
Now I've lost my mate
Now I'm forced to hate
But with no reason for hating
For me I'm just waiting
For my rymes to start making
You think your there but the end just keeps escaping
Away from me
And everything I see
Or miss
Instead I There's nothing, no bliss
Instead I'm left puffing, bitten by winters kiss
Just me and the road beneath my feet
Worn down by the beat
Moulded by the heat
To think all that has happens on this street
Only not tonight
Tonight theres just me lite by these street lights
But I'm still happy despite my life that I lead
I don't need a call to head
Caus I'm happy being me
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