Did you call last night, I never heard a sound
just the distant hum of a soul nearby
another lonely person passing by.
Life on the street as a lonely old tramp
under the bridge and out of sight
I live in a loneliness of my own plight
Things you left, things I saw
bits of messages left for me
why won’t you go and let me be.
Is it the booze or is it the drugs
why can’t I make out the words
it makes no sense, it’s completely absurd.
Did you leave anything when you called last night
I’ve thought once or twice about ending my life
But I’d get more drugs if I sold the knife.
How the hell did it get to this point
I’m always too far gone to care
not even sure sometimes that I’m even there.
©Joe Wilson – Life, or is it…2014
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