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Another night out and I'm drinking alone, cause no one would join or even answer their phone. I'll say I had a great time, but I'm The Pretender. The high point of my night was a shot with the Bar Tender. With Cig in my left hand, beer in my right, I sit at the bar contemplating my life. Was it the wrong day of the wrong week? Did I use the wrong method with the wrong technique; choose wrong mix with the wrong speak? Ignoring the scars by my open wounds, I swear I'll learn my lesson soon. No matter the lines, You've proven my Fear: You only see reasons why You Can't be here.
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
Days that End in Why
Another night out and I'm drinking alone, cause no one would join or even answer their phone. I'll say I had a great time, but I'm The Pretender. The high point of my night was a shot with the Bar Tender. With Cig in my left hand, beer in my right, I sit at the bar contemplating my life. Was it the wrong day of the wrong week? Did I use the wrong method with the wrong technique; choose wrong mix with the wrong speak? Ignoring the scars by my open wounds, I swear I'll learn my lesson soon. No matter the lines, You've proven my Fear: You only see reasons why You Can't be here.
adam-smith
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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
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