When I met him
from out of nowhere
the world became a better place.
I was sitting here
he was standing there;
I looked up and could no longer
stand the pace.
There I was, the wild thing
hungry and charmless
easy and careless
eager to learn how to tie his lace
full of loveburns all over my face
till the day I closed the door.
Suddenly I was out of time or space;
life was no more than a filthy rat race!
Gambling with luck
or escaping from grace?
I could never tell which hurts more.
That's the point! Like a punk... always searching to destroy... hmmmm... do we really need to go on this (way)?
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