In his words, I smelled regret.
A wound that had been left unattended.
I was to blame, that was the name of the game.
For things he couldn't do, he wanted me to.
His will in vain, a failed attempt.
He kicked his feet and moved his hands.
He talked of things like blah , blah , blah
Laughed like ha , ha, ha.
An old man cried to me today,
Taught me things to say.
A wound that had been left unattended.
I was to blame, that was the name of the game.
For things he couldn't do, he wanted me to.
His will in vain, a failed attempt.
He kicked his feet and moved his hands.
He talked of things like blah , blah , blah
Laughed like ha , ha, ha.
An old man cried to me today,
Taught me things to say.
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