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Still I Hold My Head Up High
Still, I hold my head up high
And why you might ask
It was not I that left, but she
I wear no mask
My deeds are opened
My life is before you
I loved only her at the time
Perhaps her love never grew
Still, I hold my head up high
As she hides from the masses
Although some in secret she sees
We call them the asses
Other know her better
But quiet is their voice
Perhaps leverage was used
And they no other choice
Still, I hold my head up high
As she is out flirting
She is bringing herself down
No words am I exerting
Let the deeds resolve the deeds
Let the blind lead the blind
Strong drink will soon open up
Her words and her mind
Still, I hold my head up high
As drunkenness is now talking
No better way for words to fall
With a blackboard for her chalking
At last she echoes what actual happened
As words stream out loudly
And unbeknownst of ears listening
She beams her words proudly
Still, I hold my head up high
As she is running now for cover
The antidote she never found
To hide her brand new lover
And so she’s vanished, she’s left the state
And smiles are really beaming
Lover’s Lane on Saturday night
With two hearts now a dreaming
Copyright ©
Will Karry
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