Whenever the time's write I'll drink and create, content with the nothing I feel for today.
Wake up for a new day, somewhere, somehow...Happiness prescribed in a small amount.
I'm scratching the surface of times rotting grave, but if there's a god I know he'd keep me away.
Content with the pleasures in failure I've found...Happiness prescribed in a small amount.
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