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I feel sad, what's new,

again a day wasted thinking of you,

when i should have been thankful for

so much more then a couple snores,

that's not right, i actually bored them,

then after they left permanently stored them,

another broken promise, shattered all over,

reflections show her face, why am i sober?

trying something new in staying above

the temptations of alcohol, drugs and love,

cause one is enough, three is too much,

all split apart like stoners do with a dutch,

expect it's never right down the middle,

they waste a lot and claim it a little,

another riddle in another puzzled face,

and i'll find myself lost in an unfamiliar place.