The Break
This morning when I wake
I woke with a hangover headache
No shirt
And my hand hurt
I knew it was a break
And the night before was a mistake
In a alcoholic wrath
I almost lost a person on my path
I was told of all the damage I caused
I was told to stand still I never paused
The feeling setting in heavy with shame
It hurts when your the one to blame
I was told I would not have to face a judge
Or be the victim of a grudge
So I spread my wings like the dove
And remember I'm the one I need to love
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