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Glass Houses
The need to sleep starts to kick in. The drink spills again. In desperation I lick It up, like my self respect, my money, upped and left.
I've been living at the bottom of glass houses and I'm drowning. There seems to be no door or off button with self destruction.
When the shakes kick in, that's when I am desperate to escape this. I am alone as I stumble awkwardly down this empty road, everything inside me hurts until the vodka hits the back of my throat.
The day breaks, time for it to start again. eyes heavy and sore, I don't feel a thing any more. I depend on a vodka shot to stop the shaking. This is my life, so tell me its not worth saving.
I would have settled to have you but instead I am left here to drown in my own puke.
So this is a toast to the empty hearts that live in glass houses. No one will ever know the truth. we are all broken, we are all abused, our own victim. So hears to me and hears to you.
I've been living at the bottom of glass houses and I'm drowning. There seems to be no door or off button with self destruction.
When the shakes kick in, that's when I am desperate to escape this. I am alone as I stumble awkwardly down this empty road, everything inside me hurts until the vodka hits the back of my throat.
The day breaks, time for it to start again. eyes heavy and sore, I don't feel a thing any more. I depend on a vodka shot to stop the shaking. This is my life, so tell me its not worth saving.
I would have settled to have you but instead I am left here to drown in my own puke.
So this is a toast to the empty hearts that live in glass houses. No one will ever know the truth. we are all broken, we are all abused, our own victim. So hears to me and hears to you.
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