Wake Up

 

Feeding my depression with alcohol
Stumbling down the hall
I really hope when I call
There’s a lot on my chest
And I need you to hear it all
Struggling to see the straight
I’m sorry, I know it’s late
Done with being smart and thinking twice
I don’t know how you put up with me
You’re always so understanding
Quiet as I finally open up and vent
The next thing I know it’s morning
And I’m wondering where the time went

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