like an old friend and bully the same
everybody knows your goddamned name
a fallen down drunk and blacked-out year
it is only my actions that I fear
I wake up with wounds and I can’t remember…
Holy Shit, is it already September?
I was gonna go back to school and finish my degree
I wear sunglasses indoors so no one will see
I have bruises and scars I cover in shame
from an old friend and bully the same
the familiar devil I see in the mirror, says
my days are numbered
it couldn’t be any clearer
the familiar devil in Addiction
- Aug. 11, 2015, 3:54 p.m.
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