I bite the bullet every day
To put up with the pain
But hear a voice inside me say
That everything’s in vain.
It isn’t that I’m paranoid
Or haven’t got a friend;
It’s just that there’s this inner void
Which doesn’t seem to end.
I’d gladly turn my life around
Or head off somewhere new,
But, being rooted to the ground,
There’s nothing I can do.
Although I bungle every plan,
I carry on the best I can.
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