old memories, catchin a buzz
by myself, when I've got no one
else, all alone in this world
full of pain, others would use
a gun or a knife to their vein,
I'll just live life fast, like
a mono-rail on an unfinished track,
moving so fast, there's no going
back, hurling my way towards
the end, where will I go out,
just around the bend? or are there
many miles to go, the answer to
this, not even I know!
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