see someone one day, the next day no one's home,
Water logged brain gets fogged dead end job.
Soaked to the
You want security mad but you don't see.
It's a big
Arms, they're being torn
Which way will he turn
Cobwebs in his
the pain, the fear, the world is just a joke
I'll take the bottle
It's something I trust
I clear my mind
Sleep now, hell no.
Please allow, head pillow.
Beaten down, blacken bags.
Buzzin
they stood there walking tall, will they get through it
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