One last time
I saw myself drinking too much wine.
Reflect the prison cell of mind...
I'm certain I'm kind,
With half full glass of perception of the wild, When I'm rather sober,
Than whining like a morose day in October.
Street Girl
Bon appetit! She can't hear no shit I wonder what her headphones play I doubt it's a love song Because she is pretty lonely, I'd say, I'm lonely too, but I'm okay, She deserves better, But she is indifferent to my say
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