I like to take a walk to ease my troubled mind
Try and figure out what's wrong with me (or you)
Now some people think when listening to me
That I ain't got no education
Well that was a long time ago, and
Never was much of a deep thinker
Not much of a shallow talker
There's no one to talk to these days
And I can't see which way to go
There's so much noise in my head
I live above the chip shop
Owned by the Greek Cypriots
They often call me down
To pay the rent and have a chat
Michael jokes about his broken English
He's much kinder than his wife
When she's gone - 'You want ribs?'
But with all my years of suburban shelter
I can't think of a word to say
Apart from 'Sure'
I can't see the way forward
For all the thunder in my brain
Am I even human?
This life is so full of confusion
If my best friends don't even know me
How can they even be my friends?
They stroll arm in arm down the road
Straight into the frightening city lights
They're rude but right about my face
My murky, shifty, gloomy, lost face
And all my papers lay shredded in the bath
I go to work every day while
My stomach churns and my head aches
And my shadow self is mocking
You're useless and numb.
No one will remember you, and
You can't see the future
Because there never was one
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