Tablet forms
When it's you and me
Against the world
I feel lonely for the world
Two against one
You follow me
To the crypt
My equipment
On the altar of worship
I know I've gone wrong
But not sure how
I miss friends
Lost in the struggle
Ambitions, normalcy,
Self-esteem, disappointment
I've no idea what kills them off
As the grinding sound in the distance
Is masked by the highway's
Ocean sounds
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