Toerag

Walking in hands with the cycling stress of
The weakening hands choking my time to digress
How can I be with my mind carelessly when
The tention scrapes into the life I want free
I want it free

Some people say it's so easy (It's so easy)
Some people get so sad
You cheeky so and so, me a pesky toerag
No light emits from the moon of my being
But today
It's Sunday
I'm getting paid



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Forse
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