Community Castaways
Please pardon me....I'm on a bipolar break
I must contemplate....my whole future is at stake
but when I think about it, my head and heart ache
My guts churn and quiver.....my body shakes and quakes
How'd I get here? surely there's been some big mistake
Wake me from these nightmares, I just want day to break
Hhmmm, but now I'm living in the street
behind my dull gaze I'm incomplete
Your kids look my way, you say " deadbeat "
Me, from their mem'ries you'd like to delete
Just one meal would show them not to mistreat
Some kick me.... I'm already on concrete
Shun her, she is in decay
Walk fast and do not delay
Now a victim, easy prey
No one brush those tears away
why did she choose this pathway
She'll be off all of her meds
and weirdly sick in the head
Nobody to look her way
Dirty Lazy Bum, a Stray
How'd I get here? a mistake in my DNA?
I'd never choose the street life just to rot away
Most of us accept that we're lonely castaways
Some of us had a long strange trip, we could not play
Some are trapped cause they were born in the alleyway
Society thinks we chose this life, they walk....no......they run away.
But, I am not finished yet.
Please pardon me....I'm on a bipolar break
I must contemplate....my whole future is at stake
but when I think about it, my head and heart ache
My guts churn and quiver.....my body shakes and quakes
How'd I get here? surely there's been some big mistake
Wake me from these nightmares, I just want day to break
Hhmmm, but now I'm living in the street
behind my dull gaze I'm incomplete
Your kids look my way, you say " deadbeat "
Me, from their mem'ries you'd like to delete
Just one meal would show them not to mistreat
Some kick me.... I'm already on concrete
Shun her, she is in decay
Walk fast and do not delay
Now a victim, easy prey
No one brush those tears away
why did she choose this pathway
She'll be off all of her meds
and weirdly sick in the head
Nobody to look her way
Dirty Lazy Bum, a Stray
How'd I get here? a mistake in my DNA?
I'd never choose the street life just to rot away
Most of us accept that we're lonely castaways
Some of us had a long strange trip, we could not play
Some are trapped cause they were born in the alleyway
Society thinks we chose this life, they walk....no......they run away.
But, I am not finished yet.
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