The diatribes vicious he frequently writes
Have not earned him a dime:
But if he could auction abandoned beliefs
He’d be rich in no time
The diatribes vicious he frequently writes
Have not earned him a dime:
But if he could auction abandoned beliefs
He’d be rich in no time
You’ve done this now so many times
She does not feel the pain;
Her skin’s grown tough and hardened
Where you’ve scraped it raw again
It’s not the fact you disappoint,
For much worse now is true;
She’s come to think that everyone
Is just as bad
As you
We walked out to the beach
And talked of love
And other things past reach