Every day my life’s the same,
And I feel I’ve got no aim.
I’m fed up with lies, it’s true.
Now I know I don’t need you.
You’ve deceived me, I am done.
Well, where is my fucking gun?
July–August ‘95, 30.03.97
14. Done
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