If I was a numeric value, I'd be one.
Single, but so deeply in love.
Consumed by possibility, I'm forever drunk.
Trauma to the heart, so very blunt.
Counting on love, because, I'm coming undone.
Betting on tonight, because at it's worst tomorrow comes the sun.
On the idea I'm hung, that every addiction can be overcome.
As my heart floods, I realize I'm only a human to bleed blood.
I realize what we do, will be what we become.
A monster with a full cup, I'm drinking away my sorrows in rum.
To rise above, but to endlessly wonder how I got up.
My mind is a club and I can't grasp the concept of us.
I can no longer dream, for, they have all been turned to dust.
I can no longer love, for, I have succumbed to the lust.
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