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Apr 2018
Sleeping around
Smoking some pounds
Not talking sense
Starting to put up my defense
I don’t know how to feel
Maybe only time can heal
It doesn’t click in my head
Did I just wake up in your bed?
It's like talking to a door
I just feel like a *****
Show me what it means
To be cared for at my seams
I drink to forget
and smoke away regret
The guilt runs through my veins
Like the tracks of downbound trains
Written by
Great Pretender
94
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