No More Whiskey
So many influences pulling me, when I need to just listen to my heart.
Looking past the smoking mirrors in this world to play my part.
In the path I leave behind me, there's life's bumps along the road.
Filled with lessons in which I've learned from, and will hold with me till i'm old.
I never said that I was innocent, there are things for which i'll pay.
Yet don't judge me for my thoughts or words, and I know the mistakes I've made.
I'll take no more whiskey, I don't need to numb the pain.
I just need a breath of fresh air and soak in the cool from passing rains.
There's no bargain with the devil, in the end he would make me take the fall.
I'll just keep on walking forward, at the finish I'll stand tall.
I heard the accusations that float through the rumour mill.
So be careful how you push me, I won't sit back and be still.
So i'm done listening to the lies, there's too much garbage in the air.
I'm surprised I can breathe, with those trying to choke me with despair.
If you don't try to get to know me, how can you know anything at all.
Maybe your like the some I've met, you like watching when other's take a fall.
With me that would be your last mistake , that's something I won't do.
I don't mind paying for my past, but it's not a debt I owe to you.
Copyright © Robert Stevens | Year Posted 2010
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