I feel like I've been out this way, sometime once before. I know where I am, and what I need to do, I just don't want to do it anymore.
Don't want to do it anymore, I'd taken my last stumble when I woke up on the floor.
One more bender, one more binge, forgive me, I'm a whore.
I don't know what I can do; when all I want is more.
Four more, time to score, this habits becoming quite a chore.
I don't know what I can do; to keep myself from doing more.
Over-rated, I'm so jaded, please don't offer me anymore, I have enough trouble on my own, even before the shit begins to pour.
A useless struggle, I don't want to win.
I'll just have one more.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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