When the winter comes
and the sun goes dim.
I'll be all on my lonesome
thinking grim.
Wishing that I would have kept you around
for these moments.
I'm the king of selfish. I wear the crown,
at least I own it.
I should get credit
for being honest.
No complaints I get it
It's not worthy of a bonus.
I'll find my place here and be content
just know that my presence isn't for rent.
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