Misery
Wounds
Of coagulated love
Tourniquet made of whiskey
Pills a kiss
And hug

Misery
She hears me
When I rise
Red shall surely I see
‘Crazy owns my mind

Please let me be
Under my breath
I mumble and cuss
This don't need to be
But I must

Living in passions
I know this well
This returning hell
To the surface I fail
It's all to real
This crazy I feel
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