busking
I help you you help me
The struggling singer strumming his soul
He weeps in anger in his eyes
As he remembers the promises whirring in his ears
The passersby stare at him
On the pavement he strums his soul
Nobody stops to listen
You help me I help you
On the city boardwalk
Under the shady poly roof
He sings his song with his weeping guitar
I help you you help me
It never comes to his day
He loses his youth believing it
It never works for him
He was left with empty promises
I help you you help me
He weeps in anger in his eyes
In the city boardwalk
As he remembers the promises whirring in his ears
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