​Darlin’ dyin’

Singin’ bout being lonesome, 

Darlin’ lyin’

Could’ve grown so wholesome, 

Darlin’ cryin’

Bout money cause she owes some,

And the trouble goes on and on. 
Darlin’ sick, 

Won’t be fixed by plaster, 

Darlin’ quick, 

But this life’s getting faster, 

Needles prick, 

And she don’t hear laughter

And the trouble goes on and on. 

Into the rubble is where she’s thrown, 

The bubble bursts,  

Who’ll miss her when she’s gone? 

Kevin Brown © 22.08.2016

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