Space Cowboys
Floating all around
In a deep, dark space,
I wonder what my life would be
If I had another face
Insecurity is absurdity
In everything it does,
It twists the knife in your stomach
Without so much as a pause
Consider me a cowboy
I am ruthless as the knife,
That cuts you and kills you
To end all your strife
Some wish their lives were different
Those people I abhor,
But more than that, I hate those
Like you, you selfish whore
You hate yourself
As you should,
You mean nothing to me
And you never will
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