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It's the music, the alcohol it's my situation won't improve it's vices it's smoking bidis it's coughing from addiction it's having talent but no outlet emotion without expression it's wondering if it's depression it's insecurity it's am I happy it's advice when only I am me it's drinkin brew things I thought i knew downing downers to cheer me up it's a powdered nose secrets no one knows gambling with tomorrow it's waiting tables it's sore shoulders it's scowling behind a smile it's lifting weights it's bad first dates limp from drinking from the bottle it's my ex lady it's lusting it's wanting what's in the past it's a broken car it's public transit it's fearing that I am them it's lovers cheat talk is cheap promises wash off my bed sheets it's my breaking point this broken joint trying to calm my loathing it's the ecstasy that only fixes me for one pill at a time it's the president pay the rent work and school until I'm spent never sleep no cash to eat feed my heart with dreams I never see holding on and letting go walking fast and running slow out of place out of patience job ******* placement alcohol and strippers **** dignity and throwing fits trying not to slit my wrist when everything comes down to this moment and I miss it's insanity everything all around me it's me
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Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
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It's the music, the alcohol it's my situation won't improve it's vices it's smoking bidis it's coughing from addiction it's having talent but no outlet emotion without expression it's wondering if it's depression it's insecurity it's am I happy it's advice when only I am me it's drinkin brew things I thought i knew downing downers to cheer me up it's a powdered nose secrets no one knows gambling with tomorrow it's waiting tables it's sore shoulders it's scowling behind a smile it's lifting weights it's bad first dates limp from drinking from the bottle it's my ex lady it's lusting it's wanting what's in the past it's a broken car it's public transit it's fearing that I am them it's lovers cheat talk is cheap promises wash off my bed sheets it's my breaking point this broken joint trying to calm my loathing it's the ecstasy that only fixes me for one pill at a time it's the president pay the rent work and school until I'm spent never sleep no cash to eat feed my heart with dreams I never see holding on and letting go walking fast and running slow out of place out of patience job ******* placement alcohol and strippers **** dignity and throwing fits trying not to slit my wrist when everything comes down to this moment and I miss it's insanity everything all around me it's me
brandon-barnett
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Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC
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