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Friday nights
Drunken fights,
Just wanna be wags,
And a packet of fags.
A bottle in one hand.
And drugs on demand.

It makes you numb,
Dye your hair and act dumb.
Have the boys in the bar buy you drink,
Flick those platinum curls so you don’t have think.
Wave two fingers at the girls that stare.
Because the answers are in that bottle there.

Friday nights
Drunken fights,
Just wanna be wags,
And a packet of fags.
A bottle in one hand.
And drugs on demand.

You won’t remember in the morning.
But I… Continue

Hold my Hand,
As I try to understand,
Why I’m lying here in a gutter,
As my eyelids close and flutter.

That poisonous kiss,
Your toxic touch I’ll miss.
Those Bloodstained fingertips,
Won’t ever touch these lips.
My hand reaches for yours,
But finds cold closed doors.

You’re a pretender,
I hold my hands up and surrender.
My fragments lay broken on the floor,
My pieces shattered slightly more,
I want you to hold me tight,
And promise me I’ll be alright,

You’re fire to touch,
How do I say, I lov… Continue

It could be you,
All the things that you do.
That night down the park.
What you did in the dark.
When your skin burned mine,
But for the blame get in line.

Or maybe it was you,
And all the things you do,
The fake friend,
Playing pretend.
The way you made me cry.
But was it you that made me die?

There’s a chance it was you
And all the things you do.
The annoyingly bad Dad,
The man that makes me so sad.
I was the only thing that was free,
But you didn’t want me.

Or was it you?
And all the thing… Continue