I Bet

December 4, 2013
By KingReject SILVER, Gueydan, Louisiana
KingReject SILVER, Gueydan, Louisiana
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I bet you feel like Mr. Bigshot
I bet you never learned how to move on
I bet you thrive off your own impurities
And I bet things aren't so pretty back home

I bet you let your anger consume you
I bet you slide right down its throat
I bet you've never tried fighting it off
As it swallows you skin and bone

I bet you don't remember our friendship
In fact, I know you don't
I bet you hid me away long ago
So I couldn't see your sanity go

I wonder if you still make silly faces
If you still tell those tired jokes
Do you still have the guitar pick I gave you
Or the letter I wrote you long ago?

I wonder if you're still in there
If you'll ever consider coming home
Once upon a time I had a friend in you
But long ago he left me, alone.



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