Just around the corner
But always out of sight
All the hardest days
Make the longest nights
I can walk a thousand miles
But I can't pick a direction
So I keep wasting time
Till I can't stomach my reflection
I can't take all the blame
They say disease is not my fault
So I sit back and relax
While my head does somersaults
Now I can't wait for it to end
Seems like days until it's over
Reminded once my mind unbends
That I hate being sober
Time and time again
Find myself the same place
Not too long ago
Thought I was winning the rat race
Choking down a mouthful
When I bargained for a taste
I had the chance to make my parents proud
What a fucking waste.
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Jack_of_None_
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I write about things I'm not brave enough to talk about, and love doing it.
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