I Understand

I know
I won’t
see you
for a
while

And
that
just
makes
me sad

For
although
you don’t
feel the
same way

You’re the
closest
friend
I’ve ever
had

Christmas Dinner

I really
can’t be
arsed

I’d rather
just stay
in bed

I’m not in
the mood for
such jollity

Preferring
melancholy,
as I do, instead

‘Lonely This Christmas’

I remember when we stayed in bed all day

And just ate crisps and cheese

I remember when I surprised you with gifts

And you couldn’t have been more pleased

I remember when you chatted with my Gran

And you were welcomed by my crazy clan

I remember receiving your last present

Sent to me all the way from heaven

I miss you so much today

That you’re not here is a shame

As Christmas Day without you

Will never be the same

Xxx

Toothache

I know
it’s
rotten
inside

Every
morning
I can
taste it

I’ll just
wait until
the nerve
has died

And then
then it
can be
extracted

Regime #7

I think
these pills
have
stopped
working

They
have
become
just a
token

For
they no
longer
take away
the hurting

From a
heart
that is
already
broken

3.38pm

Another
day spent
lying
in bed

Thoughts
racing
through
my head

Wondering
what it
was you
said

And all
the while
wishing
I was dead

Capitalist Bullshit

Happiness
doesn’t
come for
free

For that
you need
to have
money

Why should
you expect
anything
more

If you are
living
amongst
the poor

Fifty Winks

I’ve
woken up
on the
sofa
today

Now I
feel
like
a half
shut
knife

I’ve
said it
before
and I’ll
say it
again

I
really
fucking
hate
my
life

(A) Pathetic (Part One)

Here

Another
pill

Now
just
stay
still

Don’t
dare
scratch
that
itch

You’ll
just
pull
out
another
stitch

Then
once
again
you
will
bleed
everywhere

And
I
will
have
to
pretend
I
care

Disruption

For a moment
there I was
feeling good

Living my
life the way
I should

And then you
wander back
into my mind

And all sense
of peace is
left behind

Vindictive Cow

I
wonder
what
you’ve
told him

Now
I’m
no
longer
there

Have
you
bothered
to tell
the truth?

Or just
lied and
said I
no longer
care?

The Final Fling

I hope
I’ve done
the right
thing

For as
yet you
have not
replied

Perhaps
this is
finally
the end

I guess
I’ll wait
for you
to decide

A Tad Uncouth

I could
never
write as
fancily

As
many
others
here do

I just don’t
have the
talent,
frankly

For much
more
than a
fuck you

Name That Tune

People play
those songs

With no notion
of this pain

No idea that
when I hear them

My heart bleeds
for you again

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