it aint over (when it's gone)

you told me that the rising of the sun
reminds you of times you had fun
and when it sets
its when you deal with regrets

how could you live without her
when she clung to you like a fur
you say you lost her because of age
i think not, something else was the gauge

everyone loses something, sometime
remember when you lost your first dime?
i know its not the same situation
but i understand your frustration

you see, being bald is not the end
being you is what you need to defend
there are so many perfect heads out there
while the others are covered with hair

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