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Rust fingers

by Aaron Howard

Seems I destroy everything I touch
and with that I don't miss much.
Seems everyone who loves me fails at it painfully
and when It comes to loss I win gainfully.
So what am I suppose to do with this curse of love
that seems to fit me like a form fitting glove?
Maybe it's just better this way
and maybe I'm better off not to say.
Maybe things are just as they should
and maybe I'll go to heaven, knock on wood.
So Who's the one who lives the life
with his fast cars, nice house and wonderful wife?
So maybe life is something we win and lose
and maybe that's just another headline for the news.


04/13/1998

Posted on 12/16/2003
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