It Hurts To Say This But Your
A little bit weaker than you used to be
And Friday night’s gone too far
the dim light hides the years
on all the neglected dreams
Forgotten but not gone
you drink it off your mind
you talk about the world
like it’s someplace that you’ve been
You choke down all your anger
Forget your own two sons
Your anger don’t impress me
the world slapped in your face
You see you’d love to run home
But you know you ain’t got one
’Cause you’re living’ in a world that you’re best forgotten from
And when you’re thinking’ of a memory
And nobody there is gonna listen….everyone’s gone mum
poem by Daniel Richards
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