If you perchance go looking for me
You will find me under a dying tree
You will find me hanging around
About six feet above the ground
No one will miss me that I know
Nor understand why I had to go
Had a love I thought was true
She left me for someone I knew
The water that now does fall
Has no salt in it, no none at all
My heart from my chest was tore
Now I can feel pain no more
If you decide to cut me down
Bury me six feet underground
Where no one will ever find me
Buried beneath a dying tree
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Author:
The Depressed 1 (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2022 01:46
- Category: Sad
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