It Goes On
Like that familiar similarity between a chuckle and a sob it goes on
This drilling pain replaces all my doubts and all my fears it goes on
Through these times of trial and tribulation I can still taste the tears,
the grinning mobs of pleasure are replaced by this haze
The greys and blacks but never whites are the beginning of my phase
it goes on
Everything I pick up is never quite the same
I keep on playing my simple silly games
Take a look at reality just to jest and just to tease
Don’t forget your manners, please
I can feel their teeth digging in my brain
Try to laugh, try to smile, try to see the sane
Break through another layer just to play the game
Close your eyes, squeeze them tight
Never again, never again
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