Pillls and booze

Do you ever feel so low

Abd everyone you know

Who says they care

But their words are filled with air

Just fluff

And now I’ve had enough

That I’m fine

I’m done

This living ain’t much fun

And you’re not the one.

I thought you were

You told me you were

As I write this

The world’s becoming a Blur

And my time is running out

If you ever had a doubt

You won’t after tonight

You just wanted to be right

Well then that you shall be

But you won’t ever have me

Agsin

The end

Author: b-side junkie

artist/designer, music lover, b-side junkie, writer, bartender, animal lover..."feelist"... Mad mime

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