The Lost One (rbailey@minerva.cis.yale.edu)
Thu, 12 May 1994 22:57:51 -0400 (EST)

Unfortunately, I must unsubscribe for the summer, as my account will fill,
and I'll be locked out of it...Rest assured, I'll be back in the fall,
Keep Screaming,


This is the first of my last days. I built it up; now I take it apart;
Climbed up real high; now fall down real far.
No need for me to stay; the last thing left, I just threw it away.
I put my faith in God and my trust in you;
Now, there's nothing more fucked-up I could do.
I'm the one without a soul; I'm the one with this big fucking hole.
No new tale to tell--Twenty-six years on my way to Hell.
Gotta listen to your big time hard line bad luck fist fuck.
Don't think you're having all the fun; you know me: I hate everyone.
Wish there was something real; wish there was something true.
Wish there was something real in this world full of you.
I want to, but I can't turn back...But I want to.