Walking rounds in circies, kicking my heels, kicking stones
Hands deep in y pocket keeping myself from the cold
Turning around another corner, not seeing w e
How has this happened why should this?
Has the world gone mad or is it just me?
Where is my momery where has gone my life?
And the realisation cuts like a knife
Catch a reflection in the window that I don't recognise
As I look a little harder, a little more of me dies
Where has gone the proud man, the fight, the clown
The iron hand if depresion drags me further down
These hands were once employed this body once of use
Now cast aside a castigted a figute of abuse
Thoses years I have 'em everything count for nothing at all
I'm dying a lonely man who used to stand ten feet tan
Hands deep in y pocket keeping myself from the cold
Turning around another corner, not seeing w e
How has this happened why should this?
Has the world gone mad or is it just me?
Where is my momery where has gone my life?
And the realisation cuts like a knife
Catch a reflection in the window that I don't recognise
As I look a little harder, a little more of me dies
Where has gone the proud man, the fight, the clown
The iron hand if depresion drags me further down
These hands were once employed this body once of use
Now cast aside a castigted a figute of abuse
Thoses years I have 'em everything count for nothing at all
I'm dying a lonely man who used to stand ten feet tan
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