pass a down game

however you interpret it

why do i ride through the rain

soaked to the bone

from the pass a down game

no where to go no where to be

the lights shine dimly

but not on me

my friends speak of money and not wiseness

leave me in my quietness

i spoke to them once but nothing had changed

they leave me in the pass a down game

borrowed form borrows borrowed for me

 in the pass a down game

why why me

The End

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