I don’t listen much to the world
It doesn’t have much to say
It only tells me I owe it money
One of these days I’ll crack it in the mouth
Carve its face up with a pen and give it a new one
And when people ask what happened
The world can tell them
“I asked Eddie for money one too many times”
And the world’s broken face will remind everyone
Never to ask a dime of me, again
A Broken Picture
A Broken Picture As I packed my things to leave A picture of us stuck on the wall It wouldn't come off So I pulled harder And the glass broke Leaving a shattered image Of a happy couple Love doesn't live here anymore It moved away The glass was broken But the...




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