Absence – 3/15/01

The machine can’t run
and the absence of fun
is the only thing on my mind that remains
It’s what it’s like to be done
I wish I were faking it
believing I were making it
but it’s all gone now
and what I had is breaking it
Now there is nothing to do
and I feel black and blue
I’d do anything to make it end
and go back to when it was new
Everything causes pain
but to avoid it I must refrain
from that which I am drawn
There’s no escape from the painful rain

3/15/01

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