My eyes seek reality and my fingers seek my veins,I fall cause I let go and the net below has rot away,and in the pit,the trash fire is warm
but nowhere safe from the storm and I cant bear to see,what Ive let me be
which is "So wicked and worn"
So as I write to you of what is done and to do maybe you'll understand
and wont cry for this man cause low man is due.
Please forgive me
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