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(SOMETIMES LIFE SUCKS... SOMETIMES WE JUST THINK IT DOES)

what's it been, three years
since we drowned in our own fears
all you left me with are tears
you kept the music
you kept the words
you kept the pictures
you kept the life we shared

what's it been, a life
since you promise to be by wife
since you cut me with your knife
you carved my heart
out of my chest
and left me hollow
like you left all the rest

was it good for you
it's been hell for me
I don't fear the devil anymore
he could only even the score

was it good for you
or did you just waste
all you took from me
thirty pieces of silver
and all the trust in my fantasy

what's it been
what did it get you
even in death
I'll never forget you
is that all you wanted
this insanity
is this the price for
(your) immortality

what's it been
was it all worth it
my precious seed
but you would not birth it
just laid to waste
to destroy me
to take my chance for
(my) immortality

did destroying me
finally
set you free?



what's it been, four kids
the dog, house, car, lives you hid
do you even know what you did
do they remember
does it matter
do you even care
about the lives we shared

what's it been, some lives
now only your hate survives
waiting for hell to arrive
it's got to be better
than what you left me
that's all you gave me
I hope you're happy with all that mattered to me

was it good for you
it's been hell for me
I don't fear the devil anymore
he could only even the score

was it good for you
did you enjoy it
as you took me apart
for thirty pieces of silver
and all the gold in my heart
what's it been
what did it get you
even in death
I'll never forget you
is that all you wanted
this insanity
is this the price for
(your) immortality

what's it been
was it all worth it
my precious seed
you just unearthed it
did it finally
set you free
to lay to waste
all you took from me

thirty pieces of silver
and all the gold
in my heart

thirty pieces of silver
and all the gold
in my heart


Thirty Pieces of Silver
(And All The Gold In My Heart)
Ric Candor    ©2000




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