To Sad To Tell You

Remember when life was fun and you could still hang out

And people would buy what you have to sell

But now you're just knocked-out and slumped on the floor
Like here it goes
This is the story that you're gonna tell

You couldn't see that you had it all

Was always short but acted so tall

But now you woke up, and you looked in the mirror
Here it comes
Maybe you're very small

It doesn't have to be a moral to every tale

Maybe, well, sometimes I just like to sing

Maybe I ain't got nothin' to sell
(How can you tell?)

Maybe I just stole your magic ring



Credits
Writer(s): Anton A Newcombe
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