Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I'm in the middle
I'm sorry I can't talk to you right now,
The lump in my throat makes it impossible.
You know how hard it is to
Talk with food in your mouth?
I promise you this is worse.
I linger in between.
Help me breathe, again
I'm un-medicated.
What a month to quit my pills,
A month filled with tears.
I suppose I chose this path.
I suppose I chose these tears.
I wish I hadn't.
September 1, 2005
Suge
The lump in my throat makes it impossible.
You know how hard it is to
Talk with food in your mouth?
I promise you this is worse.
I linger in between.
Help me breathe, again
I'm un-medicated.
What a month to quit my pills,
A month filled with tears.
I suppose I chose this path.
I suppose I chose these tears.
I wish I hadn't.
September 1, 2005
Suge
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