Like a wishing well that's dried,
looted, and thieved;
I've got nothing to show
but a couple of smiles
-I'm just a couple of pennies
the thieves forgot to steal-
I'm a martyr in hell that's died,
refuted, believed…
Either way,
I've got nowhere to go for a while
-and if I had to do it all over again,
it would be against my will-
To steal
something so fragile should be a crime,
but I'm the one here…
I'm the one left
with nothing inside
Dried, thieved, and emptied
with wishes that lied
But I'd still do it all over again
even though
it would be against my will…
-I'm just a couple of pennies
the thieves forgot to steal-
