"Choose The Highest Bidder" Was My Answer When They Told Me I Was Up For Sale.

This is how it works;

you're young until you're not;
you love until you don't;
you try until you can't;
you laugh until you cry;
you cry until you laugh;

and everyone must breathe,
until their dying breath.

you peer inside yourself,
you take the things you like,
and try to love the things you took,
and then you take that love you made,
and stick it into some--
someone else's heart,
pumping someone else's blood.

and walking arm in arm;
you hope it don't get harmed,
but even if it does,
you'll just do it all again.

On the radio;

We heard November Rain.
That solo's awful long,
but it's a nice refrain.
We listened to it twice,
'cause the dj was asleep.

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