Some nights I’m all alone here
I never think at all
Other nights I’m haunted
By the patterns on the wall
Written by a child
I once knew very well
I followed them to here
But why is this now hell?
Some nights I hit the pavement
Walk down the boulevard
With all the ugly pristine sculptures
The gorgeous ones all marred
I walk that lonely labyrinth
Until my fingers start to freeze
Sit down at the bench on main
Cast prayers into the breeze
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