I get in from work at 2 a.m. and sit down with a beer.Turn on late night and then I wonder why I'm here.It's meaningless and trivial and it washes over me.And once again I wonder is this all there is for me?Here I am againLook at me againHere I am againOn my ownTrying hard to seeWhat there is for meHere I am againOn my ownLife seems so pathetic I wish I could leave it all behind.This canvas chair
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