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Just Like Alcohol

More pathetic than ever
More pathetic I can't sever
The life a single bloke
The love to become broke


The first miss
The first kiss
the first trial diss
All leading to an end
Only for another send

Friends come and go
Others stay for the show
Nothing matters in the end
So their stories they end

There will always be more
or there are stories of bore

Pick and poison then hope it hits
Because love is like alcohol
So grab a bottle
and get drunk
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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