And nothing makes sense
Your story's so hazy
The details...nonsence
This is your 8th chance
Do I cry or do I scream?
In a turmoil dance,
I still hope, as you more scheme
You failed to show up
Your excuses came late
I know your world's tough
But each time as I wait
I imagine a worse fate
Then all the ups grip my mind
A break up- a beat up- a lock up
A shake up or you gave and are covered up
Please wake up and sober up
Final sobriety to find
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