| - Stain - |
| I need to know if I'm real. With so much shit in life, I wish I could not feel. People surround me each day, But I feel as though I'm dead. You keep creepin up in my head, But all I wanna do is get away. Booze and drugs ease the pain, But the highs keep me shackled. On top the sheets I am the stain. I can't wash away the dirt In my life, nor all the hurt. With time comes healing, And once again comes feeling. |
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