I've been battered and bruised, hurt and slain,
still I battle on, I brush off the pain,
Cells are dead, all through my brain,
there's no one but myself, I have to blame.
The abusement of things, from substance to sleep,
Consequence so tough, but me so weak,
Saw too much, saw things too bleak,
I encountered too many problems, of things too deep.
Off to good night, turn out my light,
get that shit away, out of my sight,
What ever happened, is one hell of a fright,
an awakening call, to an issue of our life.
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