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Subdued Pain
I'm sick of walking, so I take flight with a sip of the bottle.
but when its all over I come crashing down towards
the bottom. I think it 'cause of my problems. They say
there are people worst off but they can't feel my pain,
no two people are the same, we all playing to
win, but we playing different games.
I take comfort in the bottle.It soothes all of my
sorrows, when I'm getting blasted,
I can lose myself,and hope for a brighter day in
the tunnel of tomorrow.The best part is, I can
always find solace in another if the comfort in
this bottle becomes hollow.
When the bottle didn't work, I take comfort in the
green. breaking up the blunt and pack the weed in
between. I'm a fiend, when I'm feeling ugly, it helps
to numb my self-esteem. plus it takes my thoughts
to a whole other degree.
but when its all over I come crashing down towards
the bottom. I think it 'cause of my problems. They say
there are people worst off but they can't feel my pain,
no two people are the same, we all playing to
win, but we playing different games.
I take comfort in the bottle.It soothes all of my
sorrows, when I'm getting blasted,
I can lose myself,and hope for a brighter day in
the tunnel of tomorrow.The best part is, I can
always find solace in another if the comfort in
this bottle becomes hollow.
When the bottle didn't work, I take comfort in the
green. breaking up the blunt and pack the weed in
between. I'm a fiend, when I'm feeling ugly, it helps
to numb my self-esteem. plus it takes my thoughts
to a whole other degree.
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