March cold and damp, the rain soaks to my bones
Walking up Fell past Victorian homes
My insides hollowed out
From whiskey chasing doubt
But I'll keep hanging on by a thread
And I'll finish this song 'fore I'm dead
One April morn marks the day of my birth
Just twenty-four and I'm weighing my worth
I'll soon be twenty-five
Just bury me alive
But I'll keep hanging on by a thread
And I'll finish this song 'fore I'm dead
May, warm and bright, waking up with the sun
It's all I can do to put down your gun
I wouldn't have the nerve
A cowards learning curve
But I'll keep hanging on by a thread
And I'll finish this song 'fore I'm dead...
did I post this before? hmm. no matter, it's just the chorus of my song, a song that's yet undone. I've got some more words to scream before I'm really through. Naturally, I will let you know how that goes.
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