What have I become,
My last honest friend,
Everyone left and it's not the end.
My mouth too quick and sharp
Too be sure,
Drank til I was confident
And no longer cared.
The memories cut a hole,
A line temporarily repairs,
Then the morning comes
And that hurt is worse.
What have I become,
My last honest friend.
Trying to heal
But the drugs never win.
One more, a encore.
A little one to numb,
Til I wake up and
Can't out run what I've become.
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