Poor
A poverty life
a broken heart
all I can give my wife
and I tear us apart
why are you still here
move on and succeed
all I can give is a tear
an that you don't need
So before you unpack
and think this is right
remember my lack
to put up a fight
I will continue to cause pain
and I think we both know
I am still the same
so you should probally go
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