Lost alone
Hope forgone
Crying god
You worthless crone
No love shown
My shirt long gone
On the first whose cold could thaw
And years not days I passed away
Forsooth no lack of thanks would stop me
1/2 pause
Id say my jobs more then flattery
But now everyday is pain
And all I saved still wastes away
My philanthropy now martyr days
And worse for ware I'm, lets endeavor
**** god hell I could do better
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC
Lost alone
Hope forgone
Crying god
You worthless crone
No love shown
My shirt long gone
On the first whose cold could thaw
And years not days I passed away
Forsooth no lack of thanks would stop me
1/2 pause
Id say my jobs more then flattery
But now everyday is pain
And all I saved still wastes away
My philanthropy now martyr days
And worse for ware I'm, lets endeavor
**** god hell I could do better
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