#2
Never came up with the title for this one, after a little thought I left it with the one that it's got.
Slipped back on all of the pain I felt.
I get so bad I can’t deal with myself.
Runaway soul I fear I can’t be helped.
Just playing to win with hand I’m delt.
Pour another drink from the bottom shelf.
I get so bad I can’t deal with myself.
Crumble some flowers and pack a bowl.
With a strike of my match, I let my mind roam.
Grab another cold one and go sit on my thrown.
Where am I going, I can never tell?
I get so bad I can’t deal with myself.
Drifting away like a feather in the wind.
Building up walls so no one gets in.
Lived most of my life for pleasure of self.
Slipped back on all of the pain I’ve delt.
I get so bad I can’t deal with myself.
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Intense words well written