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Endless Days (The F Word) by Martie Hevia

Late at night all alone…
The world’s asleep and I am home.
The pain consumes me from head to toe,
No open wounds,
No broken bones.
(Back Vocals: No one knows)
No one knows. No one knows.
(Back Vocals: No one knows)
~
My skin burns, but there are no blisters.
I get stabbed, but I don’t bleed;
A gang beating without bruises;
Lost in a fog I plead, I plead.
(Back Vocals: I plead)
But can’t find the words I need.
(Back Vocals: I need)
~
Sick and tired, always sick and tired.
Throwing up, laying down.
Fever, chills, nausea, spins,
Up all night, down all day,
(Back Vocals: Down all day)
Through endless days.
(Back Vocals: Endless days)
Through endless days.
(Back Vocals: Endless days)
~
No drives, no walks, now work, no play
Cries and whines, moans and groans.
Isolation, desolation,
Alone in my imagination
Alone in my pain, in my thoughts,
In my days. Endless days.
(Back Vocals: Endless days)
Endless days. Endless days.
(Back Vocals: Endless days)
~
Life’s defined in before and afters.
Before is a memory
Or was it a dream?
After is now and ever-changing;
Unpredictability.
Pain is constant, all consuming,
My faithful friend
Through endless days.
(Back Vocals: Endless days)
Endless days. Endless days.
(Back Vocals: Endless days)
Endless days. Endless days.
(Back Vocals: Endless days)
Endless days.



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