Crutches from Brain Dead by Skylerwhite

Walk through the night,
Turn your back on the sun,
Liquid courage
And your hand’s on the gun.

A bitter self, not picture of health.
When vanity determines your wealth.
Another pill, another shot,
Another night, your life’s lost.
Sit around, and waste the day,
Destroy your mind as your youth decays.
Sit around and waste the day,
And all the while you take it out on me.

I’m not your crutch motherfucker.

I’ll forget what you fucking said,
The matter’s time and you’re out of it.
No more chances, no more forgiveness,
Not out of site, you’re out of mind.

You’re out of your mind.

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