This trail of woe which we wonder upon,
the barren path worn down to dust,
drenched in moonshine,
we stumble, we crawl, we cry, and this world is telling us that were having a ball
but through my daze this twilight fades,
why must i rely on these chemicals and lies to provide a false sense of happiness
through a stupor and dazed eye i see the world,
but i lift the veil and realize that this world is an embodiment of hell
maybe thats why i clench this bottle till its dry...
"I feel like all my bridges have been burnt, you say that exactly how this grace thing works"
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