the rough

i want to make a change
but i don’t try hard enough
stuck on the latest game
edging out from the rough

to engage in a world
that’s so messed up yet so beautiful
it breaks my heart
yeah it breaks my heart

well i tried to play the game
but the game it played me first
but i’ll keep on heading down the road
til they put me in a hearse

take my last damn shot of whiskey
and take another plug of beer
wonder what the hell it is
that i am doing here

if hearts are meant for breaking
then i’ll keep mine in my chest
but i say love was made for making
so forget about all the rest

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