22:07


Bob Dylan said there must be some way out

Yet still there is none I can find

The walls are lined with broken dreams

And horrors that are yet undefined 

I have re-runs under my eyelids

Stains on what once was clean

Remembering the burns and aches

Of a life that could not have been

I am lost and so very hopeless

Like a room in the Chelsea hotel

Seems I only rented a room in Heaven

But I bought a house in hell

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