What do you see
When you look at me?

Fool in green
Water spout disaster.

I’ve run out of love
Give me something to love?

What more can I do
The theives have ransacked my soul.

No body wants to read anymore
My work is on fire.

What do you see
When you see the lines in my face?

Time may have changed me
But I still walk these fields alone.

Everyday I pray
For an answer anything other than a god,
Can save me from myself.

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