What you see is me inside;
Although I run like nobodys business;
I've allowed myself to die;
Folks kept saying how much they loved me;
But I paid them no mind;
So now I'm just a broke down Chevy;
Under the tree-So let me be;
I don't want to be here any more;
The birds will build their nests upon;
My seats and on my floor;
I refuse to be a brand new Chevy;
So here I sit and rot upon the levee;
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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