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Broken Down House

I lived in a broken down house

It was a friendly old place

I spent some heavy times there

Sometimes high on people,

Sometimes places,

But sometimes confronted by cold ugly faces.

In the daytime -  felt so free

But I spent some time in jail

At night in my dreams

Stuck in a rut,    but how to get out of it ?

Bad habits become an addiction

And pretty soon you don’t know if your living  in fact or fiction.

So many people stayed for a day,

Always smiling with their friendship.

But everyone takes something away,

And pretty soon theres nothing left for you

Except the echoes in that broken down house

Of so many young and pretty faces !