i never did mind
i swear i’ve lived a thousand times
i’m not scared to die
i welcome it, i do
i sleep with blues
it kills to live without you
all metaphorical in a sense
i often wish to repent
but i need blues like i need food
feeling cruel and abused
absurd questions of without tomorrow
i ask myself if i can live without horror
but the feeling of torture burns my soul
i know the void, the cold
the darkness from being bold
i know, i know
this life is getting old
but i sip my whiskey
wonder if my past will miss me
if i can do this again
if next time i’ll truly repent
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