There's not a single thing I've done,
Or seen, or heard, or said
That sets me above what anyone
Could manage before bed.
I don't just rise. I rise and fall,
Not the man I want to be.
I'm not sure I'm a man at all,
But I'd need a lobotomy
To replace my brain with another,
Start feeling again, even cry
Before I sought out a wannabe mother
and gave in to the old second try.
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