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"Lips of Poison"
"So put that smile back on my face and mix it strong my friend"
It makes me feel numb,
to where I can't feel my face...
That's when I know
that I've had enough.
But I keep drinking,
put my lips to the cup.
I can smell the liquor.
It beckons me.
I'm sure you can smell it on my breath...
I tell myself I need this,
to forget the pain,
to make my worries and cares,
As I'm stumbling and stuttering,
falling to the ground.
Spilling my poison.
But the problems will still be there,
when I awake in the morning...
from my night of proverbial self-destruction.
I always manage to keep the vomit off my clothes.
I never make a mess.
But, there's self hatred and pity,
feeling sorry for myself, feeling worthless.
How did I ever let myself get like this?
It all started with a kiss...
Your lips were the liquor and I drowned in them.
The room getting dizzy now,
even when I close my eyes.
I had a breakdown inbetween heaves,
now on the floor I lie...
I'm no stranger to public bathroom stalls,
hugging a toilet for hours.
Too drunk to care.
Too drunk to get up on my own.
You were the one I hated(loved)
You were the one who carried me home.
I let the liquor consume me
until there was nothing left...
The same privilege I gave to you everytime we kissed.
© 2011 Nikki Wicked