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To The Moon (Unfinished)

I think it's time to go back awol, these last few months have been no fun at all
All it took was one call, just canít keep lying
Iíve been slowing dying, Solo dolo mode activated
Swear Iíve been trying, This is far too belated
The lonely loner is on the prowl, no I didnít throw in the towel
Back to the Brown liquor, could care less if they frown or snicker
Should have switched back quicker, I just kept getting sicker
 
I never pick up the phone, sorry no one is home
All alone, that's when Iím in my zone
Never really fit in, not sure why
Ever since junior high, Iíve always been that guy
Going M.I.A. , someone please tell my mom that Iíll be okay
Yeah Iíll be fine, on a quest for my cloud nine
 
Lone wolf, always labeled a goof, wish I was bulletproof
Alone on the roof, me myself and a bottle of bullet, iím living proof
Drinking bourbon and counting suburbans as they pass bye
Looking up at the sky, thinking maybe itís time to say goodbye
 
I'm gonna take off soon, way past the stratosphere, gonna make friends with the man on the moon
Can finally see clear, I think Iíll leave tomorrow at noon
 
Blast off in my rocket ship, smoke a clip and become nothing more than a blip
I guess this is it, itís time for me to abandon ship
EDisnotme
Written by EDisnotme
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