Jonathan Gagne


Why? Oh! Why? Are the days so cruel?
Like a tank on empty I have no fuel.
I stand extinguished, no fire within,
I live a life, but it's dedicated to sin.

Why? Oh! Why? Are the nights so inviting?
I'm left alone and it’s just me I'm fighting.
Sleeping to escape, I'm nonetheless tired
It's one thing to live another to be desired.

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