I try not to talk about
myself so much as before
What use are my feelings
to you anymore
But time is a cruel reminder
of everything we fail at
sometimes I find I run out
of wider issues to rail at
Leaving me always me
with my small sad song
Just the night and my thoughts
and I don't have long
To redeem myself
somehow it seems I left myself
somewhere when I wasn't looking
collecting dust on some dark shelf...
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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