I would show you the world,
but there is nothing to show
everything you could see
you would already know.
I could tell you nothing elsewise
unpure or unjust
look into yourself
or perish you must.
This life is a sorrow
feeble and weak
and my outlook right now is
rather bleak
i can tell you one thing
your sorrow and woes:
cannot be counted on fingers and toes
Forget about me
and ill try too
My voice you won't hear
and your mind will be clear
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
I would show you the world,
but there is nothing to show
everything you could see
you would already know.
I could tell you nothing elsewise
unpure or unjust
look into yourself
or perish you must.
This life is a sorrow
feeble and weak
and my outlook right now is
rather bleak
i can tell you one thing
your sorrow and woes:
cannot be counted on fingers and toes
Forget about me
and ill try too
My voice you won't hear
and your mind will be clear
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