When the winning days,
are up.
And my life's not worth,
living.
I can stand alone,
upside down.
When the loosening days,
are through.
And my life's starting to,
pick up.
I can sleep alone,
on the ground.
And nothing makes sense,
but still.
You're not by yourself,
or on your own.
You can lose yourself,
in sand.
And everything's to real,
but not.
You're still by yourself,
no one's around.
You've lost yourself,
in the waste land.
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