I don't hate myself anymore
Or at least today I think that
Sometimes I even hate you
It was never me that was the drag
Call it selfish and sun kissed
But it wasn't me that lost my way
It wouldn't really matter if I left
Because I'll be fucked if I have to pay
And I know tomorrow when I come back down
I'll regret ever seeking claim
And then I'll be back to loathing
And it'll dry the drain
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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Comments1
Deep evocative depressing blues. A good write.
Thanks man
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