I’m waiting here impatiently
For a message or a sign
To give my life a purpose
Or find some peace of mind
A sleepless, stoned sleepwalker
Awake, but in a dream
Where rhymes flow without reason
And nothing’s as it seems
From fairy tales to Angel Dust
To where I stand today
Memories and lovers lost
There’s not much left to say
All the trips and journeys
I’ve taken on this ride
Have left me stripped and naked
With nothing left to hide
I’ve never been so lonely
I’ve never felt this cold
Searching for some missing pieces
None the wiser, growing old
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