Losing Myself


On the quest to reinvent rhyme and poetry
I lost the most sober parts of me
Now it’s glass after glass and drunk texts
Now it’s flirting with your best friend and talking about my ex
Forty something copies sold just isn’t enough
I need more, I need success, I need love
I need the blessing of the Holy One Above
I’m losing myself, I’m slowly dying
At this rate everyone I love will be dressed in black crying


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