time slipping away
like the last drops of a bottle of rose
the ashes left in a pipe
when you're straight and sober
and sleep seems impossible
the morning light sometimes brings comfort
But you know its another endurance test
its far away
for now
the night forgotten
When dawn is here
and sleep is giving you the fingers
will I ever be natural?
No meds?
It doesn't matter anyway
Fish don't have any feelings
because Kurt didn't have a gun
and Taylor wasn't clean
How the other half live
Rock stars are no different
from us all here.
Here is reality
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