GOING, GOING, GONE
THE AUCTIONEER TALKED OH, SO FAST, THAT I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND A WORD. YET I WAS SO VERY FASCINATED, BY THE STRANGE SOUNDS THAT I HEARD.
I COULD UNDERSTAND, AT THE LAST, THE FEW WORDS AT THE END, THEY WERE SUCH SAD-SOUNDING WORDS, THEY WERE "GOING, GOING, GONE."
WHEN I HEARD THESE RESOUNDING WORDS, THEY REMINDED ME OF YOU. FOR YOU LEFT ME ALONE, FOR SOMEONE ELSE, IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO BELIEVE THIS OF YOU.
BUT, LIFE IS LIFE, AND LIFE IS NOT FAIR, OR SO THEY TELL ME NOW. AND I DO BELIEVE IT, FOR YOU WERE NEVER THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU, SOMEHOW.
SO, THE AUCTIONEER SEEMS TO SPEAK OF YOU, WHEN HE SAYS, " GOING, GOING, GONE." IT BREAKS MY HEART TO HEAR THESE WORDS, MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE THEM IN A SONG.
THE AUCTIONEER SAYS AT THE END OF EACH SALE, " GOING, GOING, GONE." I GUESS I COULD SAY THAT ABOUT YOU NOW, FOR YOU HAVE LEFT ME SO ALONE.
THE AUCTIONEER DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT YOU, AND THE PEOPLE DON'T UNDERSTAND, WHAT AN EGO-MANIACAL PERSON YOU ARE, AS THE LEADER OF THE BAND. "GOING, GOING, GONE." IS MY FRIEND.
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