The friend has left me inside, the friend that locked me out, vulnerable and abandoned, cold in a life without some sort of subtle shelter that would protect me, that shields my eyes away that would not let me see The friend has left me wanting, yearning for simplicity Wondering when it all ends I want it to return to me A sort of easy answer but just an explanation for the bitter uneasiness, for all my complications MM 1994
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