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No Tomorrow
you can call it depression
or lack of mental health
falling into addictions
because it’s the only thing that helps
and maybe I have given up
the world has lost its luster
guess I’m just like my father
drinking to forget
or just drinking, waiting for death
smoking till my eyes turn red
and fucking till my nuts hurt
throwing bomb ass parties
with people just as lost
a curvy girl with a mini skirt
can make the pain feel ok
the things she lets me do
has me sick, but I keep doing it
I ask myself ‘is it ok to throw it all away?’
even if it’s just fantasy
living as if I’m immortal
sex, drugs, rock and roll
I just want to watch my world burn
on my own terms
with every overdose of pleasure
till I lay back and shut down
sometimes I don’t want to see tomorrow
or lack of mental health
falling into addictions
because it’s the only thing that helps
and maybe I have given up
the world has lost its luster
guess I’m just like my father
drinking to forget
or just drinking, waiting for death
smoking till my eyes turn red
and fucking till my nuts hurt
throwing bomb ass parties
with people just as lost
a curvy girl with a mini skirt
can make the pain feel ok
the things she lets me do
has me sick, but I keep doing it
I ask myself ‘is it ok to throw it all away?’
even if it’s just fantasy
living as if I’m immortal
sex, drugs, rock and roll
I just want to watch my world burn
on my own terms
with every overdose of pleasure
till I lay back and shut down
sometimes I don’t want to see tomorrow
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