Females of the species.Drunk, on the town, prowling searching and hunting for that special someone.
Feeling like a wounded bunny seeing the headlights of the eighteen wheeler coming around the corner. Trapped.
Feeling down, feeling anguish, tremble, the shakes, scared like a fucking pussycat. Whats to loose but pride? pride and/or friends? Denial wearing at my bones and my soul. Happyness seeking the easier route, unsure of myself.
Drunk, humbled, useless and convicted. Useless.
Feeling like a fucking emo fucktard! Scratch that put on Dropkick Murphys get my spirits up.
Tall and mighty did they fly,
Across the earth and sky.
Now there are airplanes.
I feel cheated.
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