I raise my glass to sadness and sorrow
I’ll feel this way today I’ll feel the same tomorrow
I wanted to leave living and practice flying
Drop me from this cloud, I’m dried up and hollow
A spirit toast to all the happy times
The rain burns down my throat I curse and it is fine
Letters are lonely and lonely and lonely
Give me a direction to follow a line
My heads down, back at the start
I whisper white noise, a feather heart
I continue the story of bitter sweet
Please leave me in here in misery and defeat
It happens..
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