Smoke away the preassure
Cut away the shame
Drink away the sadness
Swallow away the blame
Life isn't what it's cut out to be
It's a series of events that
build up after the other till your finally set free
To live in peace
No more teary nights
Stressful days
Working places with bad pays
Comming home to yet another fight
Causing such a headache that's out to wazoo
Who knew how much trouble that can do
Once everything is clear
Life can go back to how it used to be
In peace
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