in my head

in my head in my head i have often strayed.
Thought of all the things i could have had.
After having gulped many a beers,
i’ve often pondered over so many wasted years.
In my head in my head is the pain of knowledge.
The wisdom of self existence and the angst of carnal storage.
Thankful i’m not of the good that’s come my way,
instead i seem to think of things gone away.
In my head in my head i hear the sound of pain.
The pain of self inflicted misery and of disdain.
In my head in my head oh have i so often strayed.

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