All Just A Rue
Winter of My Life
Feelin' like an old whore looks, I say, screw you
Hardcore disillusionment the mood that I chew
Don't come 'round here no more, presuming to
I'm hip to, gonna get through, gotta make do
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Its not you, its just business, kick an old shoe
Out the door, on my ass, you bid my adieu
Prick that pierced my soul clarifies my view
I'm hip to, gonna get through, gotta make do
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Time it took to right myself, the past I outgrew
Alone, no one's prize, invisible now my queue
Forgiveness not a given, hate sees me through
I'm hip to, gonna get through, gotta make do
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Down and out, seconds count, balance askew
Shake if off, look up, see the skies familiar hue
But the world spews cold with nothin' to pursue
Tired of tryin', excuses and lyin', its all just a rue
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Reserves are low now, bank of smiles rate few
Dark winter arrives as a cold world blows blue
Hands of apathy holdin' me down, hardened glue
Tired of tryin', excuses and lyin', its all just a rue
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Solitude's cold arms embrace my lonely coup
A canvas full of emptyness but winter's imbue
Concede the fight, see the light, my pale brew
Tired of tryin', excuses and lyin', its all just a rue
