Concrete dust was in my hair and coated my skin.
Alone in the concrete box, I cry and let out some sighs.
Completely alone, I am dying, and I cannot win.
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Lighting a cigarette and sucking it in,
I tried not to think of her eyes
Concrete dust was in my hair and coated my skin.
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I took the names of those women and threw them in the bin,
And the tears started falling as I remembered the lies,
Completely alone, I am dying, and I cannot win.
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How Can I even begin to explain my sin?
As I shackled her hands to the bed with those ties?
Concrete dust is in my hair and a part of my skin.
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The multitude of pleasures that came with their skin,
I realized that with all this, I still had not attained my prize.
Completely alone, I am dying, and I cannot win.
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The place that was once my home was no longer an inn.
As I look at the concrete structure of my life a part that is not yet dead of me dies.
Concrete dust is my hair and my skin.
Completely alone, I am dead, and I begin.