a It was just an old store
a in form, just a bore
b gone is its legacy
b done is its happening
c and in my soul, there's a hole
a No restful sleep when I snore
a No dreams to escape (places of lore)
a My lifedream, I'm afraid 'tis no more
b crumbs are my thoughts
b fun, just a memory
b love, it ain't no healthy place.
b Run, say my demons.
c somersault and roll!
a I am no bore.
a I hop not ruddy whore.
a My memory, God save it from lore.