The Nightmares Over But the Bottles Empty
The nightmare is finally over
haven't been this happy since I was
a kid uneffected by the wicked ways
of this sad cold world maybe that's
the answer to the big question
why my lips are still sealed to a
beautiful bottle of jack I always
drink my feelings away no matter
good or bad it's all the same
I'm starting to think that my nightmare
isn't a nightmare at all it's just
a bad disease this must be the
first step in fighting this demon
because my thrist might just end
this short lived life of mine
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