'Rot' trot
The tears that I shed
My wet face that I held
The remaining fragments that I lost
And the memories worth a cost
The little pieces that I sold
And the stories that I told
Name my price and auction my soul
Not worth even a piece of raw coal
Name my price and auction my heart
Maybe a dime or a broken wooden cart
Name my price and auction my mind
But please let those memories rewind
Some shattered pieces of myself
Placed safe in a safe on a shelf
I gave them to a beloved soul
Only to leave me with a big hole
There is a hole in my heart
Which has left me torn apart
Abuses and dejection is what I got
And so I chose to become Foxtrot
💌💘💌
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