This isn’t fair, nobody taught me how to let go!
“Just be here now” and you’ll be set free from sorrow?
But at this time, I don’t see clearly ,How will I know?
What is the point? What is the meaning?
Now I’m struggling, I black out so I can’t dream
But I still see you sneaking through my weary head
I suffer from a drought of medicine to dull self-doubt
I just wanna drown you out with southern poison
If I had a drink for every Goddamn time I think
About your pale skin dressed in pink
Then at least I could sleep
If I had a shot for every Goddamn time I thought
About your face and what I lost
At least I’d get some sleep
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