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Sometimes you just can't be a man.

God please bring the rain, please bring it soon.
Let it flow right through my veins and through my room.
Find my inner self, I’m lost and can’t find a track.
Can somebody please see I’m dying, and show me the way back.
On the floor alone, look around to the white walls,
pull the blanket over my head, the six deep feet call.
Sometimes I can’t be a man, in the shadow of the broken hand.
Breathing alone, please give me a bottle to withstand.
Please tell me your reason, take me away from here.
No more love, no more hate, no more feelings, no more fear.
Sitting alone, blank expression runs across my face,
Teach me to live, teach me to appreciate.
Because right now I can’t be a man, though I was born to be.
Please open the bottle and sharpen the knife,
Dear God that I can’t see, let me free.

(2014)

Relapsing makes things worst.

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