Texxty na litere - a

The grass needs mowin'
It's thick and overgrown
The weeds grow tall
Around Lake Brenda

I hit the juice
Puts gravel in my goose
And helps me fall
Into Lake Brenda
I don't know if I miss it
More than I miss you
It's hard to differentiate
Between the two
I don't know how the hell
A life could go so wrong

A fish jumps from the water
Arcs and then it's gone

It's getting late
I have to cut some bait
And sacrifice it
To Lake Brenda

I must be cursed
I guess it could be worse
I could be drowning
On Lake Brenda