I'm so tired of the battles I fight in my head
Played with fire and taking anything the devil fed
Relying on the nickel plate,start and end the day with a prayer
One day I will sleep better without my dark nightmare
Got ice in my veins so I must be cold hearted
Hardly any room for love I was raised around hatred
Taught when my anger boils fill the pot with liquor
Never want my kids to ever think of me as an abuser
Liquor and my thoughts where a bad combination
Tired of the yelling and crying night kinda affection
©droneking
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