Every week of my hurt
I get to do my own thing
For two days
And if it goes my way again
I'll get to try to find me again
And without my strength now
Then I would have to be
Push a shopping cart around
Anytown
With all that Ive got to claim my gold
And no matter what now
In order for me
To satisfy the biil collectors
I have to be able to
Afford me another bottle
Of precious prescription pills
To keep then off my cloud
And wherever that all goes now
I'm just a paycheck away
From the cold ground
Laying on dirt and eating
Out of dirty grimy trashcans
So at least right now
I can still barley afford
NETFLICKS
NOW…
So I still can
And i m always thankfull
That I still can again
Hurt again
The sad truth again
©mrnothing
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