Senseless
What is freedom, but an escape from a distant land?
Hanging to the loving memory of your touch
Holding your delicate hand
Grasping for the words blown by the insolent wind
Needing your every second of time
Expecting to be the one you need
Feeling as the revolving doors close in
Staying beautiful and thin
Is a hard act to follow
Pink and blue pills to swallow
Finding strength to hold on to a rope
Washing my face with glycerin soap
No, I won’t ask for your provisional dope
Nor will I beg forgiveness.
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