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Down shadowed paths walks the old man
Clutching tightly at the bottle, glass shrouded by a bag
torn soggy paper, holds lost dreams, hopes and thought
years passed he was successful
held everything, world in the palm of his hand
as his bottle drained away, so did his world
sips eke out, as spittle down the corner of lips
hold your junky head high, loll from side to side
enjoy the disturbed looks you receive, bear your scars proudly
black ooze drizzles from tracks of ones making
don:t let it make you feel special, everyone gest this prize fro playing
each time you throw something away, replace it with more pain
love is like a fine red wine
the first sip is always the best, and the more you drink , the better it gets
but wait till you wake up, and feel only an emptiness
I:m ready to die....
Clutching tightly at the bottle, glass shrouded by a bag
torn soggy paper, holds lost dreams, hopes and thought
years passed he was successful
held everything, world in the palm of his hand
as his bottle drained away, so did his world
sips eke out, as spittle down the corner of lips
hold your junky head high, loll from side to side
enjoy the disturbed looks you receive, bear your scars proudly
black ooze drizzles from tracks of ones making
don:t let it make you feel special, everyone gest this prize fro playing
each time you throw something away, replace it with more pain
love is like a fine red wine
the first sip is always the best, and the more you drink , the better it gets
but wait till you wake up, and feel only an emptiness
I:m ready to die....