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Life Is Sad

This old man begs me for a quarter Instead I give him 12 dollars, all I've got I know he'll go and blow it on booze But it's alright Life is sad "This is what the inside of my head looks like" She rips a sheet of notepaper from her journal Crumples it into a ball and throws it in the trash And she laughs Life is sad Cynics surrounding me Pessimists right on the outside I thought all they knew was skewed I cup my ears to block them out And I'm screaming, "Life isn't that bad!" Life is sad

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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