P-O - Look for the Holes

Look for the holes in your life
Where the fishermen are sitting knotting
I've grown; oh how I've grown
So goodbye

I'm not the nurse that you crave
With a pocket full of soothing potions
I'm brave; I'm not your slave
So goodbye

Some people cling to the past
Like a very hungry little puppy
I know I won't be the last
So goodbye

Think of the good times we had
And you'll never ever ever hate me
Be sad; please don't get mad
It's good bye

Written by:
Ruth Miller

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