Poor Me (1)

disappointments in my life are legion
lord you couldn’t count ’em for a bet
every single day I must remind me
this is just as good as it will get
so speak no fluffy words to bring me comfort
there’s nothing you can do to give me peace
go and cuddle up to your successes
and I’ll turn to the bottle for release

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  1. damommza

     /  April 6, 2013

    please don’t tell me of your sorrow
    I don’t care for your misery
    these streets are paved with sadness
    and my tears have filled the sea
    I’ve regrets that cloud my memory
    Lord I never will be free
    so bring that bottle closer
    and share what’s left with me

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  2. damommza

     /  April 6, 2013

    πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

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  3. icanhasanimlols

     /  April 6, 2013

    Applesarse Applesarse for you bof! Uh I can be unhappy sometimes, can I stay for the crying inna beers?

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    • Pull up a seat, the beer’s cold and the company warm πŸ˜€

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      • damommza

         /  April 6, 2013

        Aicanhaz diyet coek pleeze? adn in steed uv teh hello peenyo peppa, Ai’ll hazza pizza, eggstraw cheeze, no meeyz OH..aicanhaz dessert menyoo too? πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

        Lyke te moobie sayz…deer’s NO cryin in lunch..or sumfin lyke taht…

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  4. Can I have a good time or do we have to pretend to be sad? I’ll bring the nachos to go along with the crying inna beers. (If I ate those jalopenas, I really really would be crying!)

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