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I FEEL BETTER, YET NOTHING HAS CHANGED It's not that I do want to die. It's just that I don't really care. I try and try and try and try. But I'm not getting anywhere. So here I sit and wonder why. I think that it's not really fair. Sometimes I just lay down and cry. Sometimes it's more than I can bear. I once had much that you can buy. I thought my future bright and clear. My clothes were fit and clean and dry. But now they're old and showing wear. My successes were many, my spirits were high. Hopes and dreams, there were plenty, my pie was the sky. Now I don't have a penny, and I'll tell you no lie. Hopes and dreams, there aren't any, just a poor honest guy. No more laughs, nothing's funny, not a smile do I wear. No more joy, no more money, no more taking the dare. W A I T ! I've my health and my honey, with her blond curly hair. Perhaps skies become sunny, though the clouds linger there. I'll look myself right in the eye. Get off the shelf and climb the stair. My wit's my wealth, again I'll try. I'll use my stealth, I'll use my flair. So it's almost quite funny, and I'll tell you why. All that's missing is money, and that I can bear. For my kids and my honey, they can make me quite high. Skies are clear, it's quite sunny. Now I'm getting somewhere. |
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