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What happened to the wellfar? 
The paint on the walls is peeling, 
And all is stained gray. 
The bell rings, 
The door opens, 
And the dogs have lets them selves in, 
I stand there, 
To poor for cloths, 
To drunkin numb to care, 
They want me, 
And I want nothing, 
They'll pay a pretty penny, 
If i let them sweat. 
I take what I can get, 
It been years since passion filled me, 
Since I was more then this, 
GIve me more then money, 
Wait stop, 
Quite, 
Back up, 
Leave me alone, 
Its not you. 
I use you as you me. 
Its easy. 
ButI wish it wasn't this hard.

Its Easy