Through dreary windshield and tired eyes
I let you in to my path, paved and distraught
Only to find you now ahead of me, just as expected
It would seem that no good deed goes unpunished
But is this unfair
Or just the natural order of the world?
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Through dreary windshield and tired eyes
I let you in to my path, paved and distraught
Only to find you now ahead of me, just as expected
It would seem that no good deed goes unpunished
But is this unfair
Or just the natural order of the world?
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