Quitters never win, they say,
And winners never quit.
All I do is run away.
I’m such a chicken-shit.
As I recall, I had my licks.
A job and girl I knew were mine.
I had it all at twenty-six,
And sweet fuck-all at twenty-nine.
When I look back at what I lost,
I think about the hidden cost.
It’s her I’m really going to miss.
I guess I’m not cut out for this.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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Still sulking over a girl? Just get out there and find someone already!
This brooding is not good for the evil soul.
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