i'm just a painter drawing a blank.
your heart screams "save me",
but your face says "fuck off".
i could learn to miss you.
i could learn to pity fools-
because i'm the biggest one and i'm always feeling sorry for myself.
if poker was life,
you'd be an expert.
you'd win every time.
too bad it's not.
i'm sick of these shackles.
i want the wild fucking west.
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