No Sugar and Spice
Woke up this morning
Grenades going off inside my head
Was it something that I said?
To make me feel deader than dead
The fire inside my throat
Is burning from within
Goosebumps are trying to leave my skin
Excuses wearing pretty thin
Did I party hearty?
Guess I did
Do I recall at all
Heaven forbid
Stumbled across the room
Dodging bottles, cans and pizza slices
My head going boom-boom
No memories of sugar and spices
I look into the mirror
And my reflection is pretty hazy
Hair in all directions
Looking pretty crazy
Did I have a blast?
No one really knows
If looks could kill, I fill the bill
Or so the story goes
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