A Cry for Help


Shots of Ciroc and a bottle of Hennessy
You’re too faded to feel lonely
Dancing for everyone in the middle of the room
But you’re not as easy they might assume
Smiling with your eyes closed
Your nose bright red from the blow
So far gone as far as they know
But for once you’re just letting go
You’re still at it a quarter past eleven
You’re a shot away from Heaven
Your friends try to pull you to the side
But you don’t anything to hide
You’re just enjoying the ride
You’ve lost your way and yourself
This is all just a cry for help

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