Day after day
Love turns gray
Like the skin on the dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun, anymore
And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on
I feel
Cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
Everything seems so bleak and distant..........i am unable to express myself anymore.......i might end up hurting others feelings which i guess i have already done.......i wanted to avoid that.....BUT couldn't..........
i guess i am the joker with a smile painted in his face with bitterness in his heart.........

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