Karen May Songs, Art & Poetry
Some Days

Some Days

Some days I a can't cope,
I drink and smoke too much,
And touch upon the real,
And feel the knife,
Of life, it stings,
And brings me home,
Alone in solitude,
The rude reality,
Of me and cruel fate,
A state of deep unrest,
At best.

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