What's left of "would"
When everything's good
Or it seems to be or seems like it should?
Do you curse at the sky?
Do you choke up and cry
Or tell God that it's been odd living life?
And how strange it is
To simply exist
Or sing tired clichés such as this
And what's left to say
When you start up your day and it's already hung the grey shaded drapes?
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What's left of "would"
When everything's good
Or it seems to be or seems like it should?
Do you curse at the sky?
Do you choke up and cry
Or tell God that it's been odd living life?
And how strange it is
To simply exist
Or sing tired clichés such as this
And what's left to say
When you start up your day and it's already hung the grey shaded drapes?
When everything's good
Or it seems to be or seems like it should?
Do you curse at the sky?
Do you choke up and cry
Or tell God that it's been odd living life?
And how strange it is
To simply exist
Or sing tired clichés such as this
And what's left to say
When you start up your day and it's already hung the grey shaded drapes?
Writer: Anthony Gill
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