TheAndyJ11/04/2008
All I need
Cold and wet, not feelin anything.
This alley way is my home tonight
Till sun brings morning.
Used to be my mourning
With no more worries from my desk job.
I left it all behind. I am mine not theirs. Mine is I.
Dimes are gold to me, thousands mean the death to me.
They all think I’m crazy, but atleast I’m happy.
They’re miserable with their diamonds.
I got what I need, I got all I need.
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