Not Your Pot of Gold
You only want to hang around
while I can spin straw into gold
You have no true intentions
of staying 'til we both grow old
You whisper all the right words
you think you have me sold
I still do everything for us
You think you have me controlled
I know I should change something
just be more strong and bold
This narcissistic attitude of yours
has made my heart grow cold
I need to throw my hand in
on this deal, I should fold
Give up and move on so that
on me you have no hold
Go get a life you lazy bum
I'm not your pot of gold.
(a blast from the past, lol)
Copyright © Lenna Walker | Year Posted 2017
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