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The streets I walk won't let me rest tonight.
Transparent fear inside I cannot hide.
Lost inside myself I cry tonight.
An empty bench until the morning light .

I close my eyes and I see that open hand.
Though cries don't help against the work of man .
Bruises stain upon my broken skin.
I'm losing fight for this I cannot win.

Broken sleep disturbed by violent cries.
I try to hang on but the thief he flies.
The last of my will, the last of my pride.
I pick myself up and to my room i'll hide.

I enter the frame hoping for disguise.
But hope it fades and now i'm in his eyes.
Strike one lands like a bullet from a gun.
A failure I fall but still he's number one.

It's hard to look up and face the man who should
Take care of you the way you're old man should.
Every breath I take I seem to take two less.
Ribs exposed behind my worn out chest.

A favour i'll heap upon this wandering man.
A rope around my neck, my masterplan.
I'll stand on this ledge, turn out the light.
I love you father, but tonight, I say goodnight.....