I am not your father
You are not my son
You’ve been dealing death cards.
Now you’re on the run
I don’t know your name
Look straight through your eyes
So afraid of what I see in you
Is it me that I despise
Do not forsake me
I have fallen so far down
I can’t raise myself again
Do not forsake me
I am calling
I just need a helping hand
Dublin’s streets are dirty
Doorways give me shelter
What little sleep I get
My dreams are Helter Skelter
It’s so hard to be like you
Is trying good enough
When we don’t talk and we don’t touch
Love is lost in the space between both of us
23/11/2022 Wednesday 602
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