Obsolete

Like some rusty old machine

I feel obsolete

Obsolete

You wear me out

I’m wearing thin

Dreaming about

A  sin

Finding ways

To get rid of you

You’re like good ol’days

Only half true

A fading heartbeat

Is all left of me

I’m drained-deadbeat

Why can’t you see?

I feel obsolete

Obsolete

Like some rusty old machine

I feel Obsolete

Obsolete

I’m tired of life

I’m tired of thee

You hold the knife

So, get rid of me

I feel obsolete

Obsolete

The Gypsy

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