Solitude Street

I can feel a rip in my heart

And that sinking feeling

As it moves underneath the worn out soul

Of my boot to be trampled.

I live in a quiet house of self hatred

Somewhere at the end of Solitude Street

Where the lights are always off

And the cars are all broken down.

Where have you gone

I know I was wrong

Please forgive me

And give me an extra cup of patience 

To take this bitter, sinking feeling 

Out of my worn out soul.

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Solitude Street

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