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The blood in the bottle usurped
the blood in my veins
I love you I burped
but it was in vain
You're drunk again
why do you cause this pain
it's fuel for my pen
and I cannot abstain
I guess I am weak
with no self control
with a future so bleak
and a shriveled dried soul
It fills the page
can't you see,
it fills your rage
and that's fine with me
Today you left for good
so I bought a new notebook
and a bottle of wormwood
laid out in a small nook
Watch as these pages like feathers
fly off in the wind
lets get back together
so I can do this again
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
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The blood in the bottle usurped
the blood in my veins
I love you I burped
but it was in vain
You're drunk again
why do you cause this pain
it's fuel for my pen
and I cannot abstain
I guess I am weak
with no self control
with a future so bleak
and a shriveled dried soul
It fills the page
can't you see,
it fills your rage
and that's fine with me
Today you left for good
so I bought a new notebook
and a bottle of wormwood
laid out in a small nook
Watch as these pages like feathers
fly off in the wind
lets get back together
so I can do this again
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