the bleeder

same ol' same ol' day in the sun,
maybe to favor him, the son
shall he take the bomb
with a shot of rhum?
some...

as the blame is given,
the pain that he's feeling,
all of y'all shall be receiving,
then trust the ones deceiving,
believing is the meaning of being

may this be the one
to be endlessly bleeding
and make it linger blind
like a 69 chardonnay

shame on those words in the sand
a message you won't understand,
guilty the finger pointing hand,
blamed by our fellow man
said the marching band

oh! be whatever may
that's all he had to say
then he faded in the day
like the fog from yesterday,
still it doesn't matter anyway

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