Everyone

The day's knives cut and stab and poke and prod...and laugh!...they're alive those knives, those constant knives...those constant shovings that just shave and share...how bare I always am!...Always wi

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He wore wire rimmed glasses

Weird looking clothes

Had a fine rig for his horse

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The buzz relaxes me

As the needles into my skin does sink

Yes, it hurts but I like it

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Do you know the taste of low life?

The tongueful grasp of a selfish empathy?

It has no taste...it's senseless

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I am a lonely castaway

On an Island in the wind

I'm surfing on a cloud

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It's an emotion that nobody should experience

This feeling of never ending worry

Causes your mentality eternal affliction

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They see us exist with dejection

They point at us and fuss

Leering at us and saying we are eccentric

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As I fix my eyes to these dark cold nights

Stars stare me back,

And I think of you my love, on these dim, pretty lights

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When I look at the world

All I see is mirrors

Reflecting themselves with themselves

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Sensing that I'm an outcast

My identity I keep concealed

No faith for restoration

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