born without a friend my best story failed listened to my father but he was soon jailed carried the load for my addicting brother soon found out that there is no other deciding on suicide I fell from the chair called my mother but she didn't care sleeping and waking looking at the ceiling seeing all the pictures in my head sleeping and waking looking at the wall watching it move and seeing it fall feeling like an astronaut lost towards the sun born without a friend and not feeling any love born without a friend and carrying a gun pointing it at the floor when I couldn't point it at my head anymore born without a friend that died before we could speak before we could reason or before we could meet sleeping and waking looking at the wall and talking to my silhouette that's carrying a gun and pointing to his head (c) David Waite 1998
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