the Habit


the Habit

im not the happy camper
don't fucking smile in my face
i already spotted your laugh
before i turn my back
you couldn't wait
but to stab
it's a habit
you don't have to like it
you have one
do you like when
one reaches in
your pocket and
take everything from
the bottom
the bottle calms my nerves
as im screaming insane
possessed by demons
who's to blame
why you're looking insane
stay focused my son
if they stare at you strange
don't pay them no mind
for it's a habit
everybody has one

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