Time has come to go
For the hundred millionth time ;
I walk the plank
Not a tear in my eye '
Maybe just another drink will let me forget ;
So I drink ; I drink ;
I'm overwhelmed with grief
The art of deception thee warp and weft
Still you're my favorite place to bleed ;
I'm ****** ;
In the paradise of whiskey and liquor
Life stood still '
This is to my lover '
I turned your lies into poetry
And I hold my breath with every guile
Before I burst out and sob '
And weeping alone intensifies my anxiety
Me and my lover came to an end '
No more staying under summer canopy
And I ,
Wasted over the bridges of sighs
It never seems to get better
Never thought you could lie
So I try to drink in the name of poetry and virtue ;
Yet you're all that I psyche '
And all I ever loved ;
I loved in vain
Love got biased ;
Memories filled in '
It called for another drink ;
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Time has come to go
For the hundred millionth time ;
I walk the plank
Not a tear in my eye '
Maybe just another drink will let me forget ;
So I drink ; I drink ;
I'm overwhelmed with grief
The art of deception thee warp and weft
Still you're my favorite place to bleed ;
I'm ****** ;
In the paradise of whiskey and liquor
Life stood still '
This is to my lover '
I turned your lies into poetry
And I hold my breath with every guile
Before I burst out and sob '
And weeping alone intensifies my anxiety
Me and my lover came to an end '
No more staying under summer canopy
And I ,
Wasted over the bridges of sighs
It never seems to get better
Never thought you could lie
So I try to drink in the name of poetry and virtue ;
Yet you're all that I psyche '
And all I ever loved ;
I loved in vain
Love got biased ;
Memories filled in '
It called for another drink ;
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