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Partly Perfect due to the Cowardice of a Man

Here's one that I wrote a while ago, but havn't had the courage to post until now. Enjoy.

Two shots in milk
No more does her glorious aroma fill the air
Instead replaced by alcohol
It's all fun and games until
You blow off your head

Why does the air taste so stale?
It would have been perfect
Except for the chocolate milk
I could have made it perfect
I want it to be perfect

Stop it! I beg of you!
You're hurting me
You're hurting yourself
You don't know how much I care

And, I managed to stand up from the chair
Goodbye, goodbye, almost friends
I wish you well
I might miss your funerals
I'll still be young
You'll still be dead

And the ride ends
The carnie doesn't offer a hand
Well screw him
I paid for his prison cell

The idiot behind us has on his brights
Turn them off
Turn them off
Please, no more shots

-Cameron White

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