What's Left
In my breath I love you
In your death came hate
tomorrow comes as always
opens up the gate
so many tears have fallen
so many you don't care
lord please we have called on
and passed around the plate
you laugh with your mouth open
with your ugly mouth agape
and so we walk on burdened
and you asleep and turned in
you care not of our fate
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