I believed them to

be true and tried to show trust—

all that, and I lost.

I walked the world lost,

and the cost was icy frost—

cut cold to the bone

but it seems they cleared

their docket, new toys in their

pocket—shut me out,

gutted like a fish,

served up with fries—oh, the lies,

promised the high pie

and now? The fall guy.

They can get high and lie nigh

while I walk away.