Friday, 16 June 2023

Pippa

I don't want to know, if you really believe, I'll sink like stone, won't hear while you say, you'll exist without me, the house is yours anyway, when you're all alone, will you think of the sea, where no one hears you groan, or listen to you pray, as you pour out your soul, crying down the highway, when I'm really gone, leave a taste bittersweet, a pain in your wallet, you interrogate my case, am floating on the breeze, who are you to state, I'm only skin and bone, go on then feel free, its time I got going, so much for your creed.

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