I smoke a bowl to forget…
I remind myself of the regret..
I drink to ease my mind into bed
And stop all these thoughts in my head..
Dream away in a drunken state
And wake up hungover and late..
Lie to myself about my premonitions
And deny myself of my ambitions
Ward of the state of mental health
Where I’m lacking on my soulful wealth
Pay my dues to the clinic on 8th street
So to make it on time, I have to beat feet
Get my shot, my pill and pamphlet
And try and forget all of this regret
Donate a few pint’s for a twenty sack
And look around and see all I lack
You. By my side..
All these revocations inside
Dreams to remind me
Truths to bind me
Hate to blind me..

Gasping at shock at my own resovle
Around me all these problems revolve
Now break the cycle and lay the track
And once I’m gone, there’ll be no looking back.

01/12/2004

Posted on 01/12/2004
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