Things get empty when I start to drink, | 1 |
I fall further as I start to think, | 2 |
things shouldn't be this way, | 3 |
another shattered Saturday. | 4 |
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The remedies leave a hole in my pocket, | 5 |
another photo in a tarnished locket, | 6 |
and where does time fall to, | 7 |
is there anything I can do? | 8 |
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The memoirs leave an evidence, | 9 |
another thing trapped inside | 10 |
that will never come out | 11 |
the same way it came in. | 12 |
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The icing on the cake, | 13 |
one more pathetic fake | 14 |
and I bit it hook, line and sinker, | 15 |
just another toy to tinker. | 16 |
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I put the hate in your coffee, | 17 |
so you can wake up and misplace me, | 18 |
another man you dreamed gone, | 19 |
not even a memory, just another song. | 20 |