Drowning in the sorrows of everyday life,
due to a fight at home with a rotund wife.
Things are never as bad as they seem,
...Well actually that depends on how much you let them mean.
But still with mildly corrected vision,
and possibly an unplugged ear to listen.
Things can sort themselves out,
before you go finding a noose to hear you pout.
I swear the chord offers little bounce,
as your life will be quick to trounce.
You'll be left to dangle in pain.
As you realize it was for no gain.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
Drowning in the sorrows of everyday life,
due to a fight at home with a rotund wife.
Things are never as bad as they seem,
...Well actually that depends on how much you let them mean.
But still with mildly corrected vision,
and possibly an unplugged ear to listen.
Things can sort themselves out,
before you go finding a noose to hear you pout.
I swear the chord offers little bounce,
as your life will be quick to trounce.
You'll be left to dangle in pain.
As you realize it was for no gain.
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