the past appears at every turn
imprints in my mind still burn
life is ironic and full of twists
it defies your charts and lists
roll the dice and let it ride
don't ever show your softer side
they'll use you like the tool you are
they don't know that their words scar
drink your beer, text on your phone
no one will notice you're alone
everything will be better tomorrow
drink your wine and drown your sorrow
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