Never good enough fights
with don't give up
wish I could ignore it all
sit back, just tip the cup
why oh why why oh why
what went through my head?
to end up lying in another
unmade bed
Do the others feel more?
is it some spoke in their brain?
Should I be a bigger bastard?
Should I cultivate more pain?
It's all about itself
and there's no balance here
but the end to that dilemma's
not in sight I fear
I've only got one card left
to throw in this night's hole
I better fold up now
and leave the thing unpicked and whole
what
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