Why do you show your face
Lock it in a case
So nobody will ask for you
You'll vanish without a trace
I hate you like hell
Never wish you well
Why don't you shave your head
Stick on it a tail
Don't come back
You ain't really sane
You lost everything
You lost while I gain
So get lost
Get lost
While the goings good
Before I get in a mood
Get lost
Cry man cry
There's nothing else you can do
I got everything
While you own very few
So get lost
Get lost
While the goings good
Before I get in a moon
So get lost
Get lost.
10,Dec,1987*
Author notes
Some win, Some lose....That is life.
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I can't say I'm overly keen on this. The rhyme seemed forced and predictable. There was an inconsistency in terms of format and flow. The repetition of "get lost" came across as nothing more than teenage angst. Thanks for taking time to enter though.
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