When I've Gone, I've Really Gone.

Why I left and went to live elsewhere.

Right next door the sick man coughs.

Above me the cripple washes his pots.

Living in boxes that just keep getting smaller,

with mould on the windows where there's a creature crawler.

Nothing here for me to be part of

so it's time for me to F-GOV.

Told my friends where to find me,

if they could ever really forgive me.

But for now it's so long,

because when I've gone, i've really gone.




The End

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