Thursday, September 15, 2005

.::. Drinking Frustrations .::.

I can't believe you're having my child.
I can't concieve the feelings we've lost.

Running away, from all of our problems.
Never today, do we face anything.

I think I'm going insane, pulling my hair,
drinking emotions, under the table.

You're the reason I stay alive,
Even the reason I want to die.

Can't control the depression, the madness.

Keeps on coming, keeps on drudging.

Running away, today's endless problems.


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