Old Whores

I’ll take the pain and suffering
along with the loneliness and tears
I got hit today across the face
by someone not even there
forget the loves, and the writers
forget the old ones that haunt the night
forget the whores under the street lamps
getting beat up every fuckin night

The hurt was bad, a stabbing, a thud
I hit the ground and just looked up
wtf, no it can not be
all of a sudden, it has happened to me
forget the loves, and the writers
forget the old ones that haunt the night
forget the whores under the street lamps
getting beat up every fuckin night

Why were you there, wrong place, wrong time
I roll over onto my knees just in time to feel
The kick that struck hard under my ribs
I look up to see that it is me and, you are not even there
forget the loves, and the writers
forget the old ones that haunt the night
forget the whores under the street lamps
getting beat up every fuckin night

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