Is this my emptiness or am i really out of cigarettes,
Asleep is the watchman outside and the inmates inside...
Part of me staring the moon and another part musing about you,
Coffee on the stove, Guitar in hand and few drops of water that the rain threw...
Numbness is what I fight through with a glass of wine,
Paying for your smile here I play this song under the stars that dimly shine...
Is this the hour of need or just my misery or just a theme of greed?
Appears the pain from the cloud, where you vanished, and hunts me till i bleed...
Shall i go out in the woods or wait near the highway,
Or just shuffle your pics in my cam says My Dilemma at 2 am...
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