a paper, a pen, a lighter, an unfinished
cigarette
this is your life.
unraveled, broken, scattered, all torn into pieces,
this is the end of the road.
oh, loneliness;
it will find you in that small hole you're hiding in.
loneliness,
it will make you numb with that heartless body
you're making love with.
loneliness...
it will shoot you in that tiny house you're cramped in.
loneliness will kill you.
this is your life.
unraveled, broken, scattered, all torn into pieces,
this is the end of the road.
oh, loneliness;
it will find you in that small hole you're hiding in.
loneliness,
it will make you numb with that heartless body
you're making love with.
loneliness...
it will shoot you in that tiny house you're cramped in.
loneliness will kill you.
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