Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Saturday, Oct. 11, 2003 - 4:19 a.m.

It never ends. No matter how much I bury it, the pain is still burning within me. Could someone please provide me a permanent distraction from myself? I'm sorry I keep writing like this.

Turn up that volume another notch

I'm all alone again tonight

Pour me another glass of scotch

It's the only thing that makes me feel right

I know she will never see

I know I'll always walk alone

Together we will never be

This king's finally been dethroned

In life I wanted only a few things

Love, peace, freedom to do what I please

No pointless sex, mindless flings

The lust overtook me like a curse or disease

Now alone I am, forever it seems

Peace is mine, freedom too

Love is only the stuff of dreams

It comes only to a chosen few

So deafen me with songs of sorrow

Drown my self hatred in chemical bliss

I'll be a better man tomorrow

Because there's nothing worse than feeling like this

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