Not Here To Beg
If the past had something and it didn't work
oh well, I made amends
I took it all in and spit it out I was never the one
to blame
The chances you had it was you that fail to see
Our eulogy has played out and it's now six feet
under a tree
I'm not here to beg
I'm here to say that everything is dead
You say I left, keep thinking that and keep crying
in bed
When you awake push hard forward for the coffin
you made will be there instead
Thank you very much for your own dismay
I hope you have lots of fun where you now
lay
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