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Old Gut Have you ever had doubts That made you feel like dirt, That tore your insides apart And scrambled them till it hurt? Have you ever had heartache, The sad type you hear in a song, That comes from losing a love Who said you just don't belong? It's a pain without a pill, It's loneliness forever, It's taking a look at yourself And finding you aren't so clever. You thought you did what needed To have the love of your dreams, But now your heart must tolerate The pain from acute silent screams. And yet the old gut feeling, The one you've learned to trust, Knows it's time to continue; Let the lonesome wind be but a gust. © Jaymista 2001 |