CUP OF SYMPATHY

Everyone pours a cup of sympathy

Without slightest regard for me, you see.

Years creep by, sometimes they zoom...

I sleep in bags of gloom not rooms.

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So pour your cup of dregs on me.

Between my legs, all down my knees.

Sympathy, it rolls the dice.

Win or lose, my heart's still ice.

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There is no cure, he won't return.

My days and nights, alone I burn.

I miss his attention all on me.

I loved his stalking, he loved me.

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Don't think I don't appreciate

The sympathy, the love or hate.

My life consists of sleep or whim.

The choice is mute, it's still not him.

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