Treasure Island

abigail sikwenda


Intoxicated


He's gone again
Only till tomorrow, i have everything to lose and nothing to gain
You get lost over and over each time you walk out that door
Leaving me wondering why you're more alive intoxicated by alcohol
Intoxicated, you're a real man
Intoxicated, aiming at my head is your gun
Intoxicated, you're a sarcastic killer
Intoxicated, you kill my spirit and its worse than a thriller
Its true that weeping may endure in the night
The morning brings joy and its when i get up from the fight
The fight that i lost to Intoxication
I'm a desperado, see my desperation
I'm desperate for your love
I need to get intoxicated by your love

Submitted: Thursday, September 09, 2010
Edited: Sunday, April 03, 2011

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