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Suffer not the little children Up in the air, balloons they do fly From this telephone pole, as the children cry For there was an accident that hap..

Two trash cans & a bottle of wine Woke up one morning to find myself in a back alley Out on the street half stoned & half hung over Two t..

When I poured out his whiskey He turned around & he hit me Everything spun & I saw stars No more whiskey for you I swore to this day, I ..

Hung over from the night before Unsure if I can find the door Now crawling on hands & knees Got to find my way out of here Outside to get so..

A junkies' life consists of a piece of foil paper and a rig Playing with life & death I know from experience the horrors of addiction Experie..

A newspaper & a soda pop for me Next to him, a shorty, a forty and a fix Excuses, he made so many damned excuses While I sat back and watched..

Emotional wreckage beyond repair Maybe I could pull out my hair Our marriage became a joke Thus, it seems it went up in smoke I became an emotiona..

I was always running scared When I was with him Always running away from home So afraid he might kill me, one day As I look back upon my life ..

As blue as midnight, he left me So indescribably blue By his bedside, my tears fell like rain Life with him was so damned insane Unsure if I wou..

The sexy french lady is one of a kind Her life is a mystery and rich like that of an aged wine Everything in this poem is true, tis no denying Se..