my simple pleasure never had

the one i want the most

i fear to see what has become of me

i am little more than a ghost

afraid of things that make me glad

i only choose the rain

as much as i have hurt someone

i must deserve this pain

bottles now surround me

and beckon with their cries

of come with me you will be alright

but their statements all are lies

why do i listen even though

i know their claims are not real

but life does not care what i think

or even how i feel

no matter all the things ive tried

sleep never comes easily

no matter all the tears ive cried

he will never come back to me

no longer caring what they all think

nor caring what i do

ive made and end and burnt this bridge

but that statement will never be true

 
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