By Damien Knight
I say it every year
I’ll be myself, I’ll do it
I sit and plan, no fear
Just get through it!
I plead look at my face
I’ll make it me
Like this is my space
I’ll soar be free
Fuck it all, no one is there
Wish I was wasted again
So I wouldn’t fucking care
About this empty skin
Midnight chimes
I’m to sober for it all
Another year alone, it’s time
To watch the clock fall
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