"You've never had a drink before 21?"
they all ask with the sarcasm from hell
But all the fluid was easier the first time down
And now the fun is to nurse the scars
Before it was about making them
As the days go by and years come on
So why have these desires at all?
they only bring shame
could it be just a desire for pain?
since it's the only thing to make us feel alive
But really no one can answer these inquiries
Time to man up or man out
To feel this out
Thus to find some peace of mind
But I choose to be so lost
And I'll decide if I want to be found
I'll decide
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