Things go wrong when
I trust them-in my naive way
I love them-like you told me to
Love them-I abide by man made rules
And ma a picture of all fools
I have a border of white clues
I use the formulae
Everyday in the floods
I stay and get washed away
People talk in nothing with
A-reverence in a something
And my-heart beats on
With indifference to
The-lessons of attrition am a
Picture of all fools I have a border of
White clue
I use the formulae
Everyday in the floods
I stay and get washed away
Formulae are everyday
In the floods
I stay and get washed away
Writer(s): Mark William Greaney
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