Scratch it,
That's not you!
Because that's not what I wrote
And God knows your dedication for turning tables,
It's impeccable.
That could have been me today
Or probably not
Because I'm at the bottom of the barrel,
The last thought in the foodchain
That's not you,
That's who replaced me.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Scratch it,
That's not you!
Because that's not what I wrote
And God knows your dedication for turning tables,
It's impeccable.
That could have been me today
Or probably not
Because I'm at the bottom of the barrel,
The last thought in the foodchain
That's not you,
That's who replaced me.
Does he keep your head up, buddy?
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