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Do I have nothing good left to say
Do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints
People love to drink their troubles away
sometimes I feel that I’d be better off that way

‘Cause maybe then I could sleep at night
I wouldn’t lie awake until the morning light
This is something that I’ll never control
My nerves will be the death of me, I know

I know, I know

So here’s to living life miserable
Here’s to all the lonely stories that I’ve told
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle

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There are two small villages at war inside of me.

The first is one for peace, happiness and stability. The second is constantly in a raging uproar of violence, impulsive action, and self destruction. They continuously push and pull at me until finally, the eviler wins. The side that prevails because I let it. I feed it, I fuel the fire.

What it takes to be happy, I just can’t reach it.

My soul is in constant disarray, and I am tired. a tired that sleep can’t fix. my impulses are so high that I lose myself in the chase for my desires. When I see myself out of the corner of my eye

in a car door window

in the mirror

in old photos

i dont even know who i see in them anymore.

or if there is anything there.