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I sat there got up

Saw my friend in threes

One david two david three



I just started laughing

so many drinks in fifteen

I never had anything to eat

So everything sank in quickly

I wanted to escape the depression

The harsh cold reality



I passed out everyone had to carry me out

Bringing me home, I don't remember much

I just wanted to feel like I belonged



I left this world temporarilty

Trying to gain ecstasy

But I was so vain in my attempts

And everything just went down the drain



I woke up with the knowledge of my past

Knowing I may have to accept the consequences

I just wanted to escape, but no one really ever comes to my aid

So whats the point of this sharade?

If no one at all cares about the next place I'll be?