Strength

I wish I was much stronger
With a never ending will
Where possibilities abound
Without a happy pill
But I’m just fucking not
I’m an easy broken mess
If a glass is holding water
Well, take a fucking guess.
I need a drink to make it
Through an average day
And once the bottle empties
There’s another on its way.
So leave me to myself
I know this, it’s my ‘thing’
It’s just my fucking life, and
Here, I’m the fucking King.

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