Failed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Kind of bad to admit this but I wrote this while I was having a bit of tussle with my girlfriend. Although that does explain the repeating stanza well enough.

Enjoy.

Submitted: June 05, 2008

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Submitted: June 05, 2008

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I'm drunk.
I feel so subliminally in decline,
My eyes are so blurry I cannot see the line.
My car is swerving from side to side,
Uphead is a bridge and I think I'm gonna' dive.

I can't say the right words to save me.
I can't say the right words for love.
I can't say the right words to save you.
I can't say the right words at all.

I'm hurt.
I think my ribs are broken or my neck is jerked,
I've got this funny feeling on the side of my hand,
I really think the doctors gonna say it's something bad.
I cannot believe I survived that fall,
There are pieces of metal about to hit my skull.

I can't say the right words to save me.
I can't say the right words for love.
I can't say the right words to save you.
I can't say the right words at all.

I'm dead.
I can see my bloddied corspe in the front of the sedan,
My seatbelt wrapped all around my neck.
I was feeling so high and feeling so alive,
I guess that what's its like in the moment you die.
I didn't see any pearly lights or a sign of a God who was suppose to take me for a ride.

I guess I failed.
I guess I failed.
I guess I failed.
I guess I failed.
I'm drunk, I'm hurt, I'm dead.
I'm drunk, I'm hurt, I'm dead.
I am-


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