What am I waiting up for

Emotionless and hurt.

What is this I don’t know.

I want Christmas I want aloneliness
I don’t want any dreams or hope. I only want belief in that at the end I have lived.

Tears we cried a flood
Got all kinds of poison in my blood

Took my feet to Oxford street
Trying to right a wrong

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