Another Can of beer,
one last smoke of grass
and i can call it quits
til i get drown again..

The same scenario in this
roof called inferno..
can you blame me if
i can't help but crave?

The loudest sceam puts
me to sleep when im wasted.
or this entire life
is a waste?

Watching every corner
of the room. Counting
every minute to pass by
Is this my idea of life?

Darkness is my rescue,
Solitude is my escape
Wrath is my companion,
Remorse that will haunt me
forever...

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