This golden dream is much but a dream left behind by skulls and crime. Abandoned lies from far behind the county lines. You say just what you need to, in order to sway to people in your way.
I saw the sky that day. You promised things would go our way. Now your panting. Begging for water. Covered in dirt. Followed by shame.
You never say quite what you mean. You cover up all but the truth. Leaving behind leads to make me to believe enough to trust all my money in you.
Gold doesn't kill the love that we have, but i would be a fool to wait around for just you. I'm not getting any younger and the children that we have will grow weary of your absence. All we have now is the hope for a future. Void of a father full of lies.
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