Something out of nothing,
nothing out of It.

I'm tired, and wired and lonely,
And all I hear is pure baloney.
I plan to jump up to the skies
If only I could, if only I could.
Up there there'll be no queasiness.
No guilt or cruel people.
Up there maybe I'll be alone
And find that coveted peacefulness.
A state wherein I'll be okay
Even if I'm nothing else but me.

But how to deal when I fall
back?

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