life lets me down everytime i go back to my home town catching up with friends over time missing the farmer's spread their lyme every year that's passed by it's so hard to say good-bye another funeral to attend it's so hard to pretend that i am happy until the tears turn me sappy life is so bitter nothing could be fitter then to say good-bye one day to a life that's handed me nothing to say but my words on paper that puts the salad on the capper