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Lost

I don’t have no one to help me
I don’t have no sun to warm me
I don’t have no sleep to wake me
I don’t have no cares to kill me
I wish I could leave this social plane
I wish I could bleed out my heart
I can’t see with my eyes open
I can’t feel with my arms out
I can’t give when I want so much
I can’t live when I hurt so much
I wish I could relieve this social pain
I wish I could weed out my home