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One sip, two sip, three sip, four Is life that miserable? Is life that poor? This house isn't your home It's a glass filled with *** and pineapple And sadly, I can't pay your rent With words of wisdom or kindness Because if I do They get thrown back at me With the dishes and papers In an empty room I haven't seen you all day Yet, I've done everything wrong? Tell me, Does that make sense?
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Where have you been all day?
One sip, two sip, three sip, four Is life that miserable? Is life that poor? This house isn't your home It's a glass filled with *** and pineapple And sadly, I can't pay your rent With words of wisdom or kindness Because if I do They get thrown back at me With the dishes and papers In an empty room I haven't seen you all day Yet, I've done everything wrong? Tell me, Does that make sense?
I miss the sound of your voice. Now all I hear is the sound of liquor pouring into your glass.
#pain#alcohol#enough
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hailey-hernandez
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
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