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For the Less of Two

I, I really tried to believe 
That I could gain what I couldn't retrieve 
That I, I could receive
What I want before failing to perceive

Another bed head morning
Hangover's screaming aloud 
A sour taste building in my throat
Last night I drowned  
Today I choked 

But I, I can remember all I could see
This piece of dirt has always been mine 
In this hall of funhouse mirrors 
I can only see the mirage of me

Well I am a substance versus your accuser 
A pattern beaten black by the user 
You're the bottle of Daniels fueling I the boozer 
I want what I deserve yet I'm the shmoozer 
Just another loser 

I, I'll cease to be 
What I'm denied shall close in on me
I shall try to break free 
But I get spread out by your irony 

This ain't in no empty room 
It's full of bad decisions 
We burned away our shells
Afraid of the unknown 
But we burnt our homes



ViktorLaurel
Written by ViktorLaurel (Michael Garner)
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