Look at me,
what do you see?
I see a worn out druggie.
I took too many hits to last.
I rushed through the drugs way too fast.
Now my life is in the past.
Look at me,
what do you see?
I see me filthy and dirty.
I smell from your vile odor.
I never should have let you enter.
Now, there is no way I can get better.
Look at me,
what do you see?
I see a cutter, a crazy.
The blade called and I answered.
After that, my life shattered.
Im my own hazard.
I look in the mirror
and dont see anything,
because thats what I am.
I am nothing.















Comments
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People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appriciate them when they're right, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
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Never again. I needed to turf out the blighter, the beater or biter who'd come like lamb to the slaughter to Salome's bed.
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Never again. I needed to turf out the blighter, the beater or biter who'd come like lamb to the slaughter to Salome's bed.
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People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appriciate them when they're right, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
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