counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way
of slapping your face
feeling guilt
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past
anonymously intimate
not who I wanted to be
not who I was
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont
A flawed man
doing the the best I can
a raven stares
black eyes staring through
picking at my soul
the silence in my heart
echoing in my ears
every new beginning
the first step towards the end
skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows
they cant ear me
they don't see me
just a flawed man
somebodies regret
no one cares
that I am gone
counting through all the flaws
destiny has this way
of slapping your face
feeling guilt
for the things that feel good
every glance a memory
in the past
skid row cowboy
with this name
no one knows
not who I wanted to be
not who I was
maybe I'll be better tomorrow
chances are I wont
A flawed man
doing the best I can
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