Yes, It is indeed the end of all fun. Night after night I cry for the lost laughter. I dream of the days when I was able to laugh without being judged. Then I cry for the taxes. The taxes hurt me so. I cry for the babies. The laughing babies. And when I cry, I cry for crying of the cry that I just cry. Then I say why. Why must I cry?. Until I die? or eat some rye? or maybe pie up in the sky?.
Is life over when you turn 25?
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Yes, It is indeed the end of all fun. Night after night I cry for the lost laughter. I dream of the days when I was able to laugh without being judged. Then I cry for the taxes. The taxes hurt me so. I cry for the babies. The laughing babies. And when I cry, I cry for crying of the cry that I just cry. Then I say why. Why must I cry?. Until I die? or eat some rye? or maybe pie up in the sky?.
I buy the pie but still... still I cry.