Crying Is for Writers

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Reaching for his pen, he then commence to try to write the story of his life Working all day and sleeping all night, what was there to say, what was there to write Loving is for rich men, hating is for poor men, money is for fighters, crying is for writers Living in the center of his own little world, his face never seen, his voice never heard An endless stream of sorrow flows, a victim of the life he chose Might as well write about the working of a 40 oil spot combustion engine Putting down his pen, he turned and said I want to live but I wish I were dead ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh