This is my attempt to get my life back
I need to know why I wear so much black.
I need to know why I’m up at two.
Is it just a phase I’m through?

Let’s account for the last three years
Do a head count of all the beers
Line up everything I’ve smokes
Surface area from the bruises from the blokes

Draw a line the length of all the scars
Time’s thrown out of how many bars?
Stack the granules from my nose
Poke fingers through the holes in all my clothes

Catch all the tears in a bottle blue,
Sum up the pain I put myself through
All the girls in one room
Relive the nights in darkness’s loom

A penny for every pint I’ve bled
A dollar for every night alone in my bed
A yen for every bottle downed
A euro for every screaming sound

Pile up the broken hearts
Two piles, one for each part
Total the fines from speeds been driven
Type down the thoughts of no longer living

Two piles of pills lie at the door
The ones for fun, and attempts of living no more
Draw a picture with all the make-up
Calculate the times I’ve fucked up

From all the junk I now have in this room I see
I have no clue where I want to be
I have no idea what to do with my life
I don’t know what girl will be my wife

Why would anyone want to be with this?
Look at everything else they would miss
Look at the chance’s they would give away
No wonder I can’t get anyone to stay
But this doesn’t answer where my life has gone to?
Accept I know what I’ve been through,
No one person knows all my deeds
No one person has the need

Collectively they might compile a list
Find the puzzle piece’s missed
But until they combine to do so
I’ll sit and wonder “where did my life go?

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