Where should I go?
Perhaps chip through the ice at home?
Maybe blindly and aimlessly roam?
I really have nowhere to go...
No one wants to hear my tired woes...
It really doesn't matter anymore...
I've become a cliché; a burden; a bore...
I blame no one but myself for my lonely fate...
I'll live till I die, or become sedate...
Perhaps chip through the ice at home?
Maybe blindly and aimlessly roam?
I really have nowhere to go...
No one wants to hear my tired woes...
It really doesn't matter anymore...
I've become a cliché; a burden; a bore...
I blame no one but myself for my lonely fate...
I'll live till I die, or become sedate...
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