Wake Up Call.
Music floods the speakers,
soft lighting dims the room.
A bourbon bottle lazes the table,
my pyjama's become my costume.
I pretend that I'm happy,
I force a winning smile.
Out comes the weed,
And I zone out for a while.
Some days are different,
they're not all the same.
Life is falling to pieces
And I've run out of people to blame.
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