Singing a sad song
A good life's been wasted A fine soul left out to dry Get me out of this hell hole Before I have to die I'm sitting here alone Biding my time Bored to the bone Writing a rhyme While my heart gently weeps I attempt to stay Strong, like a rock Day after day Was it not just yesterday I seemed to let it be? Now the skies are gray I hate being me The green grass of home Is slightly turning brown That's life, I used to say, But that philosophy has drowned I feel so unforgiven, So forgotten, so downtrod Sometimes I want to die And meet face to face with God When to win is to lose, And to lose is to live... Lose. And live.Notice the few song implications...bored to the bone (bad to the bone), while my heart gently weeps (while my guitar gently weeps), like a rock, yesterday, let it be, green grass of home, that's life, unforgiven, Written November 10th, 2001 © on Nov 10 2001 01:05 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"A good life's been wasted..."