My way of life, innocent
Used as an excuse
Lie, only to myself
So often they are becoming real
I feel sick from all the liquor
And I dream of cocaine
wondering if it could bring me back
from the dead
Liquid injections of vodka
A cerain smile
A soft voice
Silent about all my faults
I hide them deep inside
Untouchable
even to myself
And while I drink
I play with the ice
pushing it down over and over
but it always rises
unlike me...

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