As I Lay In My Own Pity
I lay in my own pity.
I wake up in the ammonia scent.
As I wish I were in the clean, fresh city.
For maybe there I may even be content.
I lay in my own pity.
At one time She was witty.
She was not just the witch.
Why did I have to snitch.
I lay in my own pity.
Its finally my time.
And I finally begin to drift.
And this will be my last rhyme.
I wake up in the ammonia scent.
As I wish I were in the clean, fresh city.
For maybe there I may even be content.
I lay in my own pity.
At one time She was witty.
She was not just the witch.
Why did I have to snitch.
I lay in my own pity.
Its finally my time.
And I finally begin to drift.
And this will be my last rhyme.
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