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72 Ours
I keep this for society
Disregard my sobriety
And all the bitches that have lied to me
They cannot just let me be
Now we just sit awake at night
Clock is ticken
And they think about all the why's
Why they're poverty-stricken
Lookin up at the sky
Screamin to God they just wanna go
And just straight up fuckin die
Way more than they know
Why do they keep wakin up in the mornin
Dreary eyes and grey grim skies
Now you're on your way
And your eyes are brunin
Now just turn-in your work
And try not to go fuckin bezerk
While you're learnin about men
Beatin their wives, never
Saw value in other people's lives
Meanwhile youre eyes are
Being stabbed by perpetual knives
And our sobriety
It's so plane to see
All the pain that you're causin me
And we just arent ok
No please don't ask
But no please don't go away
I have no more control
Of what I say
I bite my fingers
And no I'm not gay
But your words still linger
In my head
When I'm wishin I'm dead
In the heat of the night
Disregard my sobriety
And all the bitches that have lied to me
They cannot just let me be
Now we just sit awake at night
Clock is ticken
And they think about all the why's
Why they're poverty-stricken
Lookin up at the sky
Screamin to God they just wanna go
And just straight up fuckin die
Way more than they know
Why do they keep wakin up in the mornin
Dreary eyes and grey grim skies
Now you're on your way
And your eyes are brunin
Now just turn-in your work
And try not to go fuckin bezerk
While you're learnin about men
Beatin their wives, never
Saw value in other people's lives
Meanwhile youre eyes are
Being stabbed by perpetual knives
And our sobriety
It's so plane to see
All the pain that you're causin me
And we just arent ok
No please don't ask
But no please don't go away
I have no more control
Of what I say
I bite my fingers
And no I'm not gay
But your words still linger
In my head
When I'm wishin I'm dead
In the heat of the night
Published 1st Sep 2018
Author's Note
Hey everyone, I'm pretty new to this, but I wrote this at 3 am last night when I couldn't sleep, I couldn't show it to my friends for the sake of not concerning everyone, I thought I'd post it online, i don't care what you comment, thanks
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