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Pain of a lifetime, death for a dime
Crying in fear of the emotional slide
Pay for your life, death sleep in a paycheck
Mystery of the tears, unknown by your own peers

Kill the bird or bury the hatchet
Choice is yours, what decision it matches
Chair and the table, both part of a fable
Made of material, which is beautifully stable.

Discount on a sale, at the thrift store
All junk ultimately flows back on the shore
Hidden cupboards on waters stay afloat
Darkest of secrets come forth

In hurried patience treasures he digs
Fills up his empty souls rigs
The hurt of worthlessness, stuck hard at my door
Patiently waiting her grief's to pour

Pebbles and diamonds, stones are they
Hard and shining but they will also fade
What remains is the constant truth of life
Guard it closer than those secrets you hide