Saturday, January 7, 2012

I'm taking the heat;
sweat is rolling down my brain.
I'm a million miles from
anywhere that I want to be.
Nobody wants me,
except The Marshall,
he's got a place for me,
that I used to call home.
I thought that I'd left home
behind me; I said that I
wouldn't go back.
A heart attack would be better
than having to go home, again.

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