How fun it is
To cheat, to lie
To laugh so hard
And watch them cry.How fun it is
To steal, to frame
The only one
Who gets the game.How fun it is
To ignore, to hurt
Tell them they ain't
Worth more than dirt.How fun it is
Not give a damn
For any woman,
Child or man.But how sad it is
To cheat, to lie
Force a laugh
When you too must cry.How sad it is
To steal, to frame
Lonely, so lonely
You make up a game.How sad it is
To ignore, to hurt
Make them break
When it's you who's dirt.How sad it is
No one gives a damn
For the growling wolf
Who's just a lamb.
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Translation
PoetryThere are days where I get so confused or befuddled that my thoughts all come out in puddles, raining backwards and forewords, sideways and upways I pick up a pen and I pick up a notebook and when I'm done the whole world looks A little brighter...