Tuesday, June 17, 2008

she could steal, but she could not rob

you get what you want
but they don't really want you
it will be you
washed up
used up
used everyone
/everything up
with a tally of millions
you keep track of on the wall
a reminder of the only good you've ever felt about yourself
when you had a pretty face you could push on people
just so they would be around you
even though you have nothing real and no one real and nobody by your side
you were born with a silver spoon handed to you
but it didn't make you a person of worth.
born this way
die this way.

you are the hopeless type that will never change

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