The Human Bottle.
Your an empty bottle with legs.
The man i once knew was long gone.
Theres a hole in your bottle, seen by everyone but yourself.
Your desperate to be filled, and desperation is a smelly perfume.
You trade in your legs, and get a fill.
You sell your ideas, and get a fill.
You rent your soul, and get a fill.
Now all i see is a label that covers up how empty you are.
just a reminder that your no longer the same.
Now there is no help but yourself.
Here comes the let down. Again.
Silly bottle.
Copyright © Joe Boshears | Year Posted 2010
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