KlippedA Poem by JOeI guess we all know this person, and this is what growing up is really about
Is this what we call best friends?
Destroy my life so you're all I have. I pretend that nothing brings me down. But I can't live if my barricade is rusted. You know you can't take up all my time If I don't get a bit of yours anymore. You know there's no reason and no rhyme For you to have kicked me out the door And I know that we are one in the same I always knew -- If I had met myself in someone else I'd be so disappointed with all of us But I've never been so disappointed as when you became someone else You don't hit the bottle, you just hold it like your best friend! I can't pretend that I never felt like I should die Over the fact that I couldn't offer the same support as wine Tell me how you kicked the habit I never once thought that habit would be me © 2012 JOe |
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Added on September 16, 2012 Last Updated on September 16, 2012 |

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