Need to feel like somebody
Neverending void tearing my soul
Pain so strong burning deep inside
A trail of imperfection gone out of control

Empty promises I'm always fed
No consolation when you don't even care
Can I get some answers to this confusion?
My life is a winding road to nowhere

F*** this life
And all it brings
Can't be dependent
Of material things
I ask for much and get even less
Who will comfort me in my distress?

©1998 Eric Hollick


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