Tathar
It's easy to feel sorry for someone, to feel, sympathy, when you stare through window panes. Its easy to say "What a shame" when you see my tattered shoes, especially when you have 3 pairs. I don't need your sentiments, because there's more to this than the cloud of smoke that clouds it.
Drink, drink to forget, bury your tears in the bottom of the bottle, smile all the while. Let them laugh, let them stare, as you stumble through the crowd, you found your haven.
Wheelchair races down the slopes of summertime memories long passed, hazy rays and twilight dusk shine through the spokes, and dam did we need it later on.
Revenue, taxes, deficit, as a child these words were a foreign language to me, now with all the bickering centered around them, I wish myself none the wiser.
Revenue, tax increase, health care, as a child these words were like a foreign language, bouncing around inside my head, now I see such heated debates over them, I wish I still none the wiser.
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