He finally got it
Just no one to share
Passion died
So he thought as it passed
Life was so beautiful
No time is too die

Happy endings are in massage parlors
Not in life
Alone questioned everything
Everyone just stared
What was wrong with him
A soul cried
For some language
His own so not to mistake him
For a wandering drone

Juliet was thrown off the Eifel tower
By MTV love
Oh well just another
Leg was spread for mister a:(hole
With a fancy car and big piggy bank
At least wife is home with his kids
While Dad must play
I'd like to feel bad but mom's the same way

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