Social MethadoneMature

 I don’t wish to dig up the past
but history seems to repeat itself
You’re the only constant in my life
only the names and faces change

Soon I’ll be working nine to five
and I’ll have enough to finally move away
But can I truly leave behind
all the heartfelt lies you used to say?
I don’t care if you return empty-handed
I swear to God you’re going to pay

I want to stop smoking but
it’s such a bitch to let this nicotine bleed dry
Maybe it’s the stress but I think I
am drinking more than usual

Yet I somehow keep it together
I’m moving on up and I’m not down anymore
Because the only way out of Hell is to rise
right into the vacant clouds above

The End

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