Magazines, broken dreams, and emotions,

Oh God, the clock is ticking.

Will you ever escape your fucked up past?

What poison are you picking?

Last night was the night you struck a nerve,

now I’m forced to break a bottle.

After all the suppression and depression,

Let the feelings release, full throttle.

I hate all these issues building up inside of me.

Why does life feel so complicated?

How do I rid of my demons,

when even my angels are jaded?

With sex, drugs, and monotony, I may have hit the lottery,

all while existing in a backwards democracy.

 

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