Never sober, falling over
Never asleep, wide awake
Open mind, closed eyes
Gone to shit, outcomes bleak
It all starts to slip through my fingers,
Like shattered glass it breaks into pieces.
So-called friends - Blood-sucking leeches
No more remorse and no second chances.
Wrong way, I'll turn away
Face the facts, nothings okay.
No luck, only choices,
Always making the wrong choices.
Looking for others to blame.
No love. Only pain.
Social skills, not the best,
I'll never be like all the rest
Open my husk;
Fear my touch;
I am the empty shell of broken trust.
Build from lust;
Succumb to rust;
I am the aging bonds of love's dismantled trust.
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