Poisoned
by everyday
life.
They even say
love
can make me
forget.
It only
makes it
worse.
My woman can
barely
afford to take the bus
to see me.
When we do see
each other,
all we want to do is
drink,
to try and
forget
our sorrows,
but we just end up
screaming our love
away.
Taking the madness
of the world
out
on each other.
There's no rest
for us.
Only struggle.
We need a break.
We need
a cure
for this
poison.
It's not going to happen.
They're looking
for new ways
to poison
us
everyday
and they're very
creative.
We might as well
quit trying,
quit fighting
all the time,
and start
celebrating.
It seems like
the only
good
option
left.
Don't you agree?
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