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When you smoke when you drink,

and you drink too much,

and you live undercover,

under blanket, under pillow

 

With no direction with your life;

A plan's here you're sure

Some emergency escape, some hidden plot hole

 

Somebody to guide you in a certain direction

Holding your hand, smiling with affection

Some love to rely on, lean and confide in

Until you decide to curb stomp again.

 

But there's nothing there, no happy ending

No horse ridden sunset, no great epic conclusion

 

All the life lessons that served as your tools, crashing down in front of you,unused,

The gates breached, the soldiers slain, the warmth of the battle, no time to dig graves

Stretches to a courtyard, you're reluctant to cross, the silence of death, pain and of loss.

 

You crawl through the courtyard, and fall into mud, sinking deeper and deeper, mistakes piling up over your stupid, ignorant head.

Until you drown in your guilt, sadness and shame

You've hit rock bottom, and you need to take blame

You've hit rock bottom, and you need to take my hand

I'm angry, because you keep falling, again, and again, and again.

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