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Sep 2014
A bottle of beer in front of you,
it promise you to blow away your pain,
your insecurity,
your heartache,
drink a little bit..

Now, you're alone in your room,
even though you refused to be alone tonight,
you have no one, admit it.. you're lonely..
drink a little bit..

It's rain outside,
you're staring out of your window..
you start to sob,
you're just too tired to face this rude, rude world..
drink a little bit..

You buy this cheap beer,
just because you will easily fall asleep when you're drunk..
and you hope tomorrow, you can smile again,
like tonight is never happen..
Well, your beer promise that..
drink a little bit..

Tonight, you refuse to think about that man..
the one who makes you think that missing him is a mistake,
because you know that he doesn't even care about you..
now, drink a little bit more..

Your bottle is empty already,
so how?
*Does you beer really blow your pain away like its promise?
Philia
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   Liliana Jaworska
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