When it’s all over
It's time to talk
It's time to throw your cards
It's time to go home
It's a long long day til I get home
I said I'm gonna walk away
And I won't go back to my old ways
You said I'm leaving
And all I had to say is
There's no turning back
We're on the edge of a winter highway
Like a small town down by the riverside
And the air is feeling cold again
It's a bad rest day
It's a bad rest day
Feel just like a racin' in the yard
Another fall, another day
There are people knocking on my door
They're giving me no satisfaction
Giving me no damn, oh no way.
- Author: Mark The Phenomenon ( Offline)
- Published: May 17th, 2023 08:59
- Category: Unclassified
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