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Drunk in the back when the panic attacks I am borderline irate blatantly clear when pressure appears it's way too fucking late is it merely a sign I've been wasting my time and I'm way over the hill or the only excuse I can seem to produce for a promise unfulfilled I lost it down the road, not ungrateful, I hope Desperate pessimist never seized to exist oh this whole drunken bliss has somehow gone amiss Yes I've been blessed with a temper and questionable social skills it's 30 or less then I'm off to my bed with a few green sleeping pills is it merely a sign I've been wasting my time and I should call it a day or the only excuse I can seem to produce for the ones I do betray From Letras Mania