As It Seems
pieces of me were always on paper
Friday, May 16, 2014
Whiskey is for Bastards
I learned to laugh
With my mouth shut
I close my red drifting eyes
I black out
So I don't dream
I want to find you
At the end of the blackness
To give me some reason for dying
Each and every night
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