Distance sunk into a pit, of helplessness;
This season always wants to own me.
Can't escape from it, the loneliness,
Constant aches that surround me.
If I should fall apart, why not now?
Distance creates a rift, Two hours better than six.
Here I am consumed by thought of it, working constantly for nothing;
'cause when I get paid, I will drink the lot of it.
Bitter to the core, I spend my nights alone
Staring at the walls
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