Elegant, my friend, elegant.
I'll cry about you.
And you won't know who...
And I'll cry...
But all I want to do is die.
You'll see...
But it won't be me...
And you'll ignore.
As I want more.
You'll cry as he leaves
And you'll cry because he decieves...
But now you're just a simple memory
And now you're in misery...
Elegant, my friend, elegant.
God is great, beer is good, and people are crazy.
Great poem!
If we were in one of those clubs, I'd snap.. Its good.. Bud sad.... ^.^