Should I have one more
For the road for the craic?
Or would one more be taking the piss?
Sure I've ripped the arse out of it,
May as well.
I thought it burn,
But it's cold in hell.
I shiver, the whole night through,
My feet hurt from the cold too.
The only part thst burns in hell
Is the memories,
To move on you need forget
Everything.
The heart break,
The laughs,
The hugs and so on.
But thst is all I have
So I hold on.
I can't let go to the small things
The smile on my face,
Those memories bring.
Those treasured memories,
Are my everything.
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