It starts with the emptiness

The headaches, the stress

The liquor soaked liver

And the pain in my chest

I was lonely

My friends where leaving or had left

My feelings were numbing dreams

Of sleep and of death

Every inhaled cloud

Was another choking breathe

Wow! I can die now

How worse can it get?

Forever proving love to friends

To be something they’d forget

Guess a happy life was never meant

For a degenerate

As I reflect on all the time I spent

And the damning events

Where people misconstrued my intents

Then they talk shit

Like it has no effect

If they don’t want me around

Fine, they have my respect

I’m used to being alone

There’s nothing more I can expect


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