Mark Kelly Wassenaar (AKA Wazzy)
You never expect to know the word grief
Until it comes to you
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True Life of an Outcast
Mark Kelly Wazzy
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Why say such painful words
When nothing likes you not even the birds
Anything that comes out of the mouth
You feel like moving north to south
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Life is a war
All enriched with gore
When you're the lowest of the low
Now I am your foe
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Mark Wazzy
How do you deal with lies
When all you know in this world is fictitious
You may as well count it as a bag of fries
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Death is the beginning
So why live in fear
You keep on living
But you know it's always near
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Mark Wazzy
I was once a master
But now lay in ruin
Went through disaster
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Unknown Grief
Mark Kelly Wassenaar (AKA Wazzy)
You never expect to know the word grief
Until it comes to you
It comes in, like a thief
Then you take a critical review
Who really knows what grief is
It could be you, or me, or your teddy bear
If only we could see his
Come with me, I'll give you a dare
All I ask is that you'll see
What grief does to you and me
Maybe at the end we'll all agree
That it need not be all for thee
Have you seen death of one or more
Have they been of love or worse
Does it cause a whole body war
Does it put you in a hearse
If all these apply to you
Maybe you know what grief may be
All this time you withdrew
It makes you feel like abductees
If you like, you may join my cause
Get together with your bands
To end all grief within our paws
To clear our enemy from our hands