I'm sitting here in this cold..
I think I need my sweater..
I'm lookin down feeling black..I need to be more bold..
Maybe I'll be gone soon.. I better quickly write this letter..
I think about those times... when life felt like gold...
Now its hard to find a truthful hand to hold...
Ever notice the difference in what you got told..? Maybe I got took, no, I just got sold..
But, I must play my cards as delt.
Check, raise, or fold.











