Surrender to depression and you go off on a bender,
lend a little bit of sadness to the fix.
Get your kicks, annihilation,
sit outside the railway station and
beg for cigarettes from strangers, who don't give a toss at all.
Some walls are built for climbing on and others built to keep you in,
and you wonder as you open up another tin
of sociopath, where does the wall begin or end.
Lend another bit of sadness to the mix.