looking at myself across the way in the mirror
think I'm coming down with a case of the quitters never win
and winners never quit-when they see they weren't winning from the beginning
they quit-looking at me, hopefully magically going to be becoming something
soon that's worth money- torn- all I ever got with money
was a blank stare in the mirror; a car parked, alone in the dark
words that feel like knives in my heart
what is the alternative?
I need this killer for my art
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 10:32 PM UTC
looking at myself across the way in the mirror
think I'm coming down with a case of the quitters never win
and winners never quit-when they see they weren't winning from the beginning
they quit-looking at me, hopefully magically going to be becoming something
soon that's worth money- torn- all I ever got with money
was a blank stare in the mirror; a car parked, alone in the dark
words that feel like knives in my heart
what is the alternative?
I need this killer for my art
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