no where left to go,
since I lost you.
It's frustrating as hell,
and I dont know what to do.
Me here in the country,
while you're there in the city.
Farmers in the feild,
prostitutes getting nitty-gritty.
The whole world stomps down
complacting us more and more.
No where left to go
with no open windows or doors.
Keep on walking
down the lane.
Dark black skies,
and acidic rain.
Garbage on every street
it doesn't matter where you are.
Half way 'round the world,
in these conditions, doesn't seem too far.
Strangers all around,
are all getting mean.
Keep on walking
while the airs still clean.
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im not sure if i finished this or not i just found it in my purse and im not sure what to call it either. feedback would be great.
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