Sitting in my favorite pub drinking cup by cup
It's full but i'm feeling so empty
I'm getting drunk and my glass is empty
Waiting for a change before i'm turning empty
But when i'm high my page starts filling
I'm writing my lines but i hate the feeling
It feels so fake but my lines are so real
I don't know if i should trust the feeling
My existence is real but my dreams seem fake.......
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