Good Here At Home
By poemguy
These are the good times Here at home Never wondering Will I be left alone I'm on the outside Of the worlds abuse I'm so sick of being used Cry me a river Make it pure Cry me a river Tell me some more Try to catch your dreams Then when you fail Run away and bail Suicide, suicide My best friend just died These are the good times Here at home Never wondering Will I be left alone So I'll cry you a rive And make it pure Then when I fail I'll die Live in your dreams Dead on the street Your best lover just died And you will cry Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 04:12 PM PST 0 • 1
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"These are the good times..."