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Addiction to Deal

What has this world come to?

What has my world come to?

 

Everyday I drown my sorrows with booze, sex....anything I can

I’m trapped inside my head

 

Images of what was, and what could be

...flash before my eyes so vividly

like I’m there

 

But I’m here...why can’t I live here

Why can’t I be happy here, I’m certainly not happy there

 

I’m drowning...

I’m dyi...

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Bright Eyes Dead

Why are your eyes so bright 

When you try to be so dead.....

 

You beg for death, but hope to live....

I see the struggle, but...

I see the possibility of happiness

 

Yet I know you will never be happy...

until your death

 

But, death isn't remotely happy

 

You believe life isn't for you 

when I know the truth

 

You are so full of life behind the proble...

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