The minutes and the days go by like solitude but work sweating butt in pain
from sitting on the stool of death
swirling sounds from the othe
booze and remnants of her stinky breath
It's not a good day most of the day, it's fine
when things go right
but what the hell are we going to do when the shit hits the fan
when it's all said and done..
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I could be your pharmaceutical sales rep Bring you Valium to you doorstep Push Prozac from the onset Support you when you fall I could ...
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until you love yourself or hold us too tight if you work so hard to hold us, cage us or snip our wings do you care that this won't make ...
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I never see myself playing guitar anymore....i'm not out of the woods yet, I never see the forest for the trees.....I'm down on the...
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