its because we are all doomed to die that we can appreciate the small moments-
the smells and the sun, the rain and the water, nature etc.....
so what happens when you can't appreciate all of those small moments?
busy negotiating with angels and devils to lend me some advice
the brim of these glasses brand logged hours of futile attempts into the mush they sit on
too bad monsters can't feel too much of a good thing
thought i was always looking for love, i should have just looked in the mirror
always was better being alone....
always looking for friendship but always find themselves company at night
i dont have the liver for this kind of lifestyle....
the flame of inspiration wavering in the night wind
to tell the truth i miss the smell of her skin
i always got lost in eyes and smiles, yet never a two way street
come with a grin and leave grim
standard entry and exit protocol
i am the bottle on its side, spilling onto the floor....
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