A shot
One shot of whiskey
Another sip of gin
Another drop of poison that's slowly sinking in
Just to get through the day
Cause there has to be a reason
A reason that I'm here on earth
But the change in the seasons never change my hurt.
Walking down the burial ground
With a sad song in my heart.
There has to be a reason for the dust and the dirt,
So what's it worth whats it worth.
Just sitting here in my nonexistant self worth.
So with another shot of whiskey
And another sip of gin
Another drop of poison slowly sinking in
Just to get through the day
Cause the change if the the seasons does nothing for the pain.
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