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Created on: August 05, 2009
[Impaired]
Drowning in your desires
Flooding out the wants but cannot haves
Reaching into the solemn darkness
For anything that resembles an answer
Underestimated sips
Lead to underestimated shots
Which eventually lead to more
Nothing can throw off these moments
Because it just feels so damn good
Killing yourself inside
It's all still going to be there in the morning
Everyone's just here to have a good time
Forgetting about their pains
However
Nobody seems to understand
That nothing is going to be different
Wondering if maybe tomorrow
Things won't hurt as bad as they do tonight
Opening your heart and soul
To whomever feels like listening
But in reality
Nobody knows who you are
You lock yourself away
Driving a knife into your chest
With every new shot you shove down your throat
Staring at the person in front of you
Hoping they will love you
You don't know them either
It's unimportant
Maybe something will happen
You're not looking for sex
Only to be loved
Even though you have no idea what's going on
You still know exactly what you want
Slipping deeper and deeper
Into the convex of this tumbling disaster
Only you know who you really are
But you don't care
Everything you want
Is right in front of you, screaming your name
Every bottle becomes less and less full
And you feel a little better each time
Tonight you proclaimed your love
To the one who was there to listen to your pain
Hopefully they won't remember anything in the morning
You just spilled your guts for nothing
Opening yourself to a complete stranger
Enclosing yourself again inside this box
You stumble over to the mirror in the morning
To see nothing at all
You've lost yourself completely
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