Being Crass

All I have is a photograph of you

From the time we were happy

When I dream about that time,

I want to talk to you, but you’re gone

You left and married the girl of yr dreams

She was a catch, but no personality

She  had money and status

She’s daddy’s little girl

You thought I was crass

Not the marrying type

But you could relax and be yourself

Having a laugh without worries

I hope you love yr new life

I’ll be having fun myself

Being crass and all

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