The Song For Drinking
I’m on my 3rd drink
It never takes long.
I become more absorbing to the music
So I made my way to the dance floor
And I started moving my squared core
No one can tell me nothing
This place is not a rage but im fist pumping
I told my mother I would be safe
Later when she find out that I broke that promise
It will bring tears to her face.
It’s all my fault I knew the drink was gone make me sleepy
It’s all my fault I choose the gas pedal like my siblings wasn’t gone need me
Like the loud ring of a bell my vision became fuzzy
I call my self a dummy! a idiot! while laying unrighteousness on a hospital bed
The words Im I dead?
I can hear Over and over in my head
Finally after time pass
Now we all alone
There’s no more Thinking of some of the reason why I’m in here for
I can no longer hear a nurse Turning a close case file into a vase of flower
That was giving to me
from my momma
I only can feel from that bed there’s no more problems
I’m my own roses dying in a vase of deep blue water .
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