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My body language
is trying to pronounce
your name perfectly.
one man lies down cold on cardboard
another man in a warm feather bed

one man suffers for his art
one man steals another's ideas

one man gives it all he's got
another takes all he can

some folk reach out a helping hand
while others count the cost and do nothing.
Humpty Dumpty was a prince
Living in his town of Gold
And here lies the hidden truth
Of the tale, left untold

Every day he'd take a walk
Strolling 'round his father's town
He wanted to be a great king
And know the folk who honored his crown

A poor young maiden walked with him
She made him laugh and fueled his smile
He wanted her, she wanted gold
Her secret, hidden all the while

His father passed away one day
Drowned within the royal pool
When all the riches were passed down
'Twas then she made Humpty a fool

She took it all and ran away
And as she took the Western track
Humpty sat on the grand town wall
Wishing she would soon turn back

'Twas love that broke poor Humpty Dumpty
As he sat upon that wall
None of the kingdom could possibly help
And thats the truth, hidden from all
I have no friends,
and all of the ones that I do have
don't like me very much.
Maybe it's because I go around telling all of my friends that I have no friends,
which is probably a **** move.
"Jeez, really?
No, seriously, are you kidding me right now?
Good god, it was just a joke okay.
Can't you take a joke?"
Head over heart into some distant fading darkness,
being pulled back into an almost familiar abyss.
You lost me at the outset,
but now I'm finding myself in this.

Your intent is to drown me, I know it.
I've told you far too much.
Placed every key inside your outstretched hands,
and now you're breaking all the locks.

Did I mean to let you in?
Is it too late to bar admission?
Is it even possible to get you out now that you've gotten in without permission?

You're not welcome in this place:
Intruder. Alien. Imposition.
But I'm so glad you're here right now;
please save me from this prison.
I want to remind you of the sun,
Its light will come again,
And no matter how dark it seems to get
The darkness always ends.
And I know it may seem impossible
Like it will forever go on
But I'm telling you the darkest hour
Is just before the dawn.
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