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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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