The Things People See

A small number of people 

have seen me cry

An even smaller group have heard

me say I want to die

 

I live now in a small town that seems behind the times

The Los Angeles traffic no longer keeps me up at night

 

At work last night someone mentioned Manson bit the big one

here in this vacuum of a village

 

 

He had luck with the ladies and gents from what I understand

Locked away for quite some time

He must have pissed off the wrong people

maybe not so lucky

 

I wonder if he allowed anyone to see him cry

I wonder if he uttered words the words that ring I want to die

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