I'm tired of being a man
Among men
As sick as I am
As sick as we are
I drag myself on like a wounded soldier
Who fears where a bullet might appear
And secretly wishes for it
It's not that I've given up on life
I just can't imagine
What if would take to change
I carry my tired carcass
Half convinced to curl up
And die
But still driven
Unwilling to stop walking
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