The few seconds of happiness before reality wakes up.
BBC saying it's time to go.
The invisible fight to get out of bed. On your way and on the road.
The musical tears streaming down.
Fuckin cyclists.
Need to wipe them away, work to be done.
Part of the machine, write down your feelings.
For who, you don't know. Who gives a fuck. For you.
Bluff along, wasting time. Wasting money.
Wasting Booze. Wasting Booze?
Hearing the minor fall, and the major lift.
Comfort in melancholy.
Self Loathing in England. Pathetic childish acts.
Wanting to be deep, complex and misunderstood.
Failing and being a fucking fraud, a joker...the Sad fuckin' clown.
Back to the bitterness, listen to the hard luck.
Wanting to help, feeling fucking useless for being useless.
One day...it'll be better. I'll be better. The eternal blackness turns to white.
The short trip, the long sleep.
HALLELUJAH!!!
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