'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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