time to ravel, <br />and get my revolver, <br />and shoot the mirror, <br />kill my image, <br />kill my image, <br />kill my image. <br />time to ravel, <br />give me my revolver <br />I feel like a barrel, <br />and a dirty little scoundrel. <br />has to kill <br />my image. <br />my image. <br />my image. <br />Before I get steady, <br />I am afraid I am not ready, <br />If you find me here waiting, <br />give me my revolver. <br />Or just, <br />Unravel me.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-to-ravel/
