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Changes Are Only Done By One
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January 2013 What's strange is something you said for fun,
like changes are only done by one,
whisper so quietly, images come rolling,
open my eyes and none are holding,
my hand is as empty as my Valentines schedule,
won't have time to buy chocolates, teddies or jewels,
no more lead, it's just i don't see the point,
when in the end you want to break out this joint,
i'm up to my neck with pain, no ha,
like a crying woman in a mud bath at a spa,
turn off the ska and pass that guitar,
i'll make sure my riffs reach out far,
to all the ears of the piers who thought me,
crazy, an asshole or that sex had bought me,
you all taught me that what others do to you,
is never the same as what i would do.
