All Gone

NOW I KNOW WERE EVERY CENT WENT

I WENT INSANE WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS STOLEN

WHAT ARE WE TO DO WHEN OUR YEARS TURN GOLDEN?

ALL THAT WE HAD WORKED FOR

ALL THAT WE HAD SAVED

ALL THAT I WAS TAKING TO MY DYING GRAVE.

NOW I KNOW WHY WE DON'T LIVE AS WE USE TO.

ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED IS BECAUSE OF WISE OLD YOU.


YOU WON'T ASK ANY QUESTIONS
YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

MAYBE IRS WILL GIVE US A DIME OR TWO.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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