Gotta Go

I sit and smoke cigs and doing shots of whiskey

knowing i gotta go,

she doesn’t want me,only wants to use me

for a little while.

She always leaves me filling sick and down,

I fill i can’t go on without her.

Someday when i am finish this empty whiskey bottle

I’ll throw her out and not look back.



I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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