SubstanceAbuse
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I always wanted to be there.
Helping with homework on a Tuesday night.
Getting to hear about your day.
Haven't got that since your mother took you away.
Not just to one town over, but next to Dover.
Bottled up inside, like a fifth of grey goose
emotions I tried to hide
my mind's running loose
afraid of what i might find
if I keep digging deeper
into my melon like a rind
I thought she was a keeper
I try to stay positive
but lately that just means gettin’ lit.
What's easier rolling one
or facing my problems?
I'll tell you right now,
happiness is halfway through the bottle.
Sweet crimson
Staining drops
Make the memories
Crystal finds the glimmer
In the darkness of this hole
Her fragile body
Blackened by lethal injection
I put down the glass and drew back fast,
but on the counter it would not stay
for all i know, with one more swallow
all my problems could fade away.
staring in the morrow above the bathroom sink
Little girl lost and alone
Won’t pick up the phone
Too scared to go back home
The bottles kept stacking up
Daddy didn’t you have enough
Anger grew, We all knew
What he was going to do to you
