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The morning after nothing goes my way today fights so unnecessary; thoughts so pointless i recall the scenes so scattered Whistling tones, heavy bass recreating a life full, of wonder of the unexpected of new experiences Down, down, down, down it goes further and deeper into my veins i long for it blurry lights, red hues spread across the room rendering my vision blurry slowly it keeps deteriorating - please stop yelling - out, out, out, out it leaves my dreadful system tracing itself into the dark flushed away from my chaotic self Back to proper consciousness i regain my position i step forward to reclaim my title of keeping everyone at bay Misinterpreted phrases enter their ears the stars dance in their eyes drunken thoughts collecting inside their head misleading scenes play in the corner of their eyes The morning after the dreaded things i have to clear up still they don't understand, they push me forward to the centre of the stage, waiting for my play of explanation Why are the mornings without the headaches hardest to live through?
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
The morning after
The morning after nothing goes my way today fights so unnecessary; thoughts so pointless i recall the scenes so scattered Whistling tones, heavy bass recreating a life full, of wonder of the unexpected of new experiences Down, down, down, down it goes further and deeper into my veins i long for it blurry lights, red hues spread across the room rendering my vision blurry slowly it keeps deteriorating - please stop yelling - out, out, out, out it leaves my dreadful system tracing itself into the dark flushed away from my chaotic self Back to proper consciousness i regain my position i step forward to reclaim my title of keeping everyone at bay Misinterpreted phrases enter their ears the stars dance in their eyes drunken thoughts collecting inside their head misleading scenes play in the corner of their eyes The morning after the dreaded things i have to clear up still they don't understand, they push me forward to the centre of the stage, waiting for my play of explanation Why are the mornings without the headaches hardest to live through?
i didn't even get a hangover
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
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