Wednesday, September 8, 2010

No Sympathy

Each Sip You Take From You're Glass Leaves A Crack In Mine.
Each Drink You Take To Drown You're Past Leaves Us Left Behind.
Each Step You Stumble Or Curb YOU Fall You're Just Not The Same.
Each Time I See You Like This, The Anger I Restrain.

My Sympathy For You Extinct.
You're Habits Causing Me To Think.
You've Lost All Of Your Self Control.
You Drink To Try To Fill A Hole?

Now That Its All Said And Done.
You're Glass Is Empty, You're Pain Has Won!

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