All my style
And all my grace
All I tried to save face
All my guts, try to spill
All my holes, try to fill
All my money been a long time spent
On my drugs, on my rent
On my saving philosophy
It goes;
One in the bank, and the rest for me
It goes;
All my troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and I start to smile
If I catch fire then I'll change my aim
Throw my troubles at the pearly gates
All your woe begins to go
I said you don't need a thing
It goes;
All your troubles on a burning pile
All lit up and we start to smile
If I catch fire then I'll take my turn
To burn and burn and burn
If I catch fire then I'll change my aim
Throw my troubles at the world again
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
