I got my black scarf on
I feel strong
It still feels cold
I know I’m getting old
I won’t be told
I can’t keep on
I won’t be sold
Something wrong
I’ve lived a life
Learned every day
The hardest thing
Is to walk away
Walk on walk away
Being good can be a curse
You try too hard
Can make things worse
You held the knife
When love was like
An open cut
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