Vicious Circle
He laid on that cold bathtub lonely and sobbing
looking at his scars and crying
like a baby bawling
But you couldnt see his tears
for all the water falling,
no one heard his voice
except the dealers he was calling.
Kale Brereton
January 19, 2019
Copyright © Kale Brereton | Year Posted 2019
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