every story needs a villain might as well be me coz I’m no fucking good but you’re stuck with me all I want from you is the killer
blow the coup de grace another
round one more drink should kill me off don’t worry, I won’t blame you I
have a conscience but it’s
slender no, I wouldn’t blame
you I’d blame myself I’m getting that heavy feeling again I’m all beat up totally punched out I’m not the man I thought I was that cunt thought he could fly but I’m paralysed from the neck up too many blows to the head too much poison in my cup I feel I’m halfway dead I do believe I’ve had enough
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