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 © Sharon Mason | Year Posted 2014
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