My world looked a lot brighter when I young.
Now the blind spot grows daily.
Solve this conundrum.
Bite my lip just to taste the blood.
Just me, myself and my memories
Burn away like the cig in my hand
Just me and my uses to be's
Now half to be's are all that I am.
I wish I was there
Breathing in your Alabama air.
Locked in a familiar stare.
Holding on to something real.
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