They say I have a habit , I don't wanna stop
I'm addicted to sippin bc it clears my thoughtsIt numbs Em down and makes it easier not to give a ***Makes me do the one thing I can't do and thats trust And believe that ill amount to somethingThe lies I tell myself as I'm guzzling So use to failure got me feeling like I'm winning Can go a few days but after while I need my dose That leaves me in heaven but in the mornin comatoseBeing sober sounds like a nightmare I ain't ready for thatFacing myself in the mirror I'm not prepared for thatNot remembering what I did the night before im not so proud of Living with the fact I'm walking dead is hard enough Call this my cry for helpDon't need nobody I need myself But I'm on the mainline no dial toneWho to call on? If they don't love me when I'm at rock bottom how can I expect them to ever give a fck about me... Ill drink till I think of something
bebe_palmer
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The Immortal Wize says: very touching cry for help...gripping!!! |
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LP45 says: POW-ER-FUL! You done dug deeeep on this one. Keep writing bebe. |
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