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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2236280
A blackout poem made from the lyrics of 'Better Off Dead' by Bill Withers.
Better off Dead - Bill Withers

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She couldn't stand me anymore
So she just took the kids and went
You see,
I've got a drinkin' problem
All the money that we had I spent

Now I must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
Hey, hey, she's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone

Ah, she gave the most, took the least
She even had the priest come to our home

And I cried and prayed and promised
That I'd leave the stuff alone

Now I must leave what I can't face
I hope she finds the kids a happy home
Hey, hey she's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone

She used to call her friend and cry
Then the man cut off the telephone
She'd sit and cry while I went out
And pawned the things we owned

Now I must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
Hey, hey she's better off without me and I'm better off dead



Better Off Dead

Couldn't stand -
I've got a drinkin' problem.
All the money
I spent;
better off without me,
I'm better off dead.
I cried,
must leave what I can't face.
Hey, hey,
now that she's gone
cut off the telephone,
pawn the things we owned;
she's better off without me.



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