just a thought

i've never been one for poetry but i've been really into this billy bragg song of late.

an excerpt:

in public he's such a man
he's punching at the walls with his bare and bloody hands
and he screaming and shouting and acting crazy
but at home he sits alone and he cries like a baby
and he holds your letters but he can't read them
as he fights this loneliness that you call freedom
you said this would happen and you were not wrong
i've fallen in love with a little time bomb


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