sympathy

Intoxicated apex in the middle of nowhere
Wrecker wrecker destroying the lives of those
that got none
driving drunk embracing sympathy from
some lesser whore
Call the odds she must be equal to
your level of appreciation
I'm sure you are the only one
growing too desperate to hold on
to whatever you'd expected of the future

Inebriation is an ugly word to you
because drugs can kill, you know
Everything belongs to you with the vast
exception of responsibility

for your actions I hand you an invitation to come see whatever happened to those that really gave a damn///in a split second///I feel the urge to scratch your back and grease your tires in hopes of never having to deal with your disgust ever again
You're out of sight
Out of sight, I'm sure

'sympathy' JoSav 2005

What's it about? for the devil, I bet.

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