Oh Well

That my eyes have been deceived.
My youth has been stolen.
That my emntality is drained.
And my heart is broken.
That my back ahs been stabbed,
One time too many.
That my happiness is scarce.
But my misery is plenty.
That our day are waning.
Since the day I've left.
That nothing really mattered.
So there's nothing I regret.

Oh well..
I guess that's the way it is.





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