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Category: Life
Dear Brandon,
What has your life become? Can you still look in the mirror and call yourself a man? Are you still what you though you'd be growing up? How do you see yourself now?
Your an inmate, and this prison isn't of the mind, but of the county kind,
on cold cement singing drunken blues, it'll make ya see what ya got to lose,
I could have hurt someone, I coulda wound up wrapped up and dropped down,
became a prisoner of the ground, but instead I was saved by those flashing lights,
I knew I was screwed but at least I'm alright.
In a county jail on a Sunday night, now its Monday and I see the light,
sixteen hours serving time, cause last night I had to walk the line.
The line is fine between impaired and deceased,
I see that booze became my beast,
and now's the time I let it go,
so that myself I'll learn to know,
In those dark times of drunken stupor I had lost my values and turned pigheaded,
I have used and abused my closest friends,
I have nearly endangered the life of someone I love more than life,
I can't do this alone,
I can't keep to myself and need to open up,
I need to feel loved,
I need to feel lifted up above this,
this poison, this pain,
I'm in jail I'll take the blame,
Crime.
I am a criminal,
I am an idiot, and an imbecile.
But I can change, you can change, by letting go of me.
I am your addiction,
I am your poison,
I am your worst enemy,
And I am inside of you.
3:23 AM
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