28 Chances

by Sheep   Aug 18, 2009


One more bottles staring match
Out of conversations catch
On to tremors silent pain
Out the back door, through the rain

Just another headaches fit
They'll clean it up in just a bit
It's just another broken fist
28 chances to exist

Just another laughing "BRAVE"
They'll clean the room when I'm unsaved
It's just a number, counting high
28 chances to say goodbye

One more stupid stomachache
Out of one nights blinding hate
On to days of smiling tears
Out the window I'll face my fears

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