he keeps kicking and screaming
but the words don't come out
everyone is leaving
but he never had a doubt
call the medicine man
tell him you need a dose
he'll understand
so you keep him close
rocking back and forth
you think it all over
knowing not of his worth
he doesn't stay sober
my memory isn't as clear as it used to be
but everything's okay when you're near me
the daily reminders of what could have been
only outweighed by the fact i could not give in
laying battered and broken
he sleeps on the floor
of all the words that were spoken
she's used them before
nothing but junk running through my veins
and for a minute everything is clear as day
gives a feeling i can't begin to explain
even if you're not here to stay
you cant escape what you create
but you can sure as hell drink it away
you can't kill off what you most hate
so let's forget it for now, okay?
my memory isn't as clear as it used to be
but everything's okay when you're near me
the daily reminders of what could have been
only outweighed by the fact i could not give in
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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