Every night I cannot sleep
I just lay there and think
I want to feel like a king
And act like a pimp
But I am nothing but a limp
I am worth less that a dime
And will be forgotten with time
Then be judged for my crime
And be left to rot as a mime
Slaving away in a mine
Singing without rhyme
A song about an eye
Whilst I cry
I am afraid
Afraid of sleep, afraid of death
Afraid of life, afraid of mice
Afraid of you, afraid of me
Afraid of this whole damned city
People ask me what I want
I want to die
I want to lie
I want to cry
I want to say goodbye.
Silivestru “Sile” Andrei
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