The people and parties,
The drinks, the drugs.
What goes up
Must come down.
After the highs
I felt shit
But now I realise
It was going back to reality
How could the beautiful lies forget to take me back?
How could the evil spiders of the imagination break me out of their web?
I want to dream again
Of a place where I can lose it
Where I can abuse it
And then defuse it
Where the music is feeling
And I have none
I've had a few,
I do admit.
I feel so fat.
But if you look at me.
You'll realise how empty I am.
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