I am breathless
and I am restless
All I see is a cloud
to which I am not proud
Penniless
with broken exhaustion
Waste and haste
has no time or place
High's and Low's bring the blows
I reap what I sow
Pity in the city
I can't help this ditty
Cracked and splintered
pain in my vein
Up and down
scared of that clown
I am broken
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