No one to talk to
Nowhere to go.
uncork this mind
before I blow.
Nowhere to go.
uncork this mind
before I blow.
No point in asking
no ears to hear
No hands to wipe
that lonesome tear.
No words of encouragement
no words of praise.
No form of distinction
will guarantee a raise.
No food
yet no hunger.
No closure in sight.
A deathly dark calm replaces all light.
No pleasant taste
takes this feeling away.
No happy, no sad.
This is no De.
No happy, no sad.
This is no De.
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