Old Habits Die Hard (Mere Mortals)

I’m the bare morsel of a mere mortal… Now been condemned
Been picked away like stitching…Completely, solely mend
My own aching structure…Unravelling before my very eyes
In the mirror in my bathroom…Look at the reflection I despise
My old habits of unparalleled hate sparks reflect in my mood
Changes happen before my eyes, But in my world don’t have a clue
Feeling blue, Loneliness aches away in the back of my head
Half fed by the lies told to me…Resent the life I have led..
What has become of me?...A nervous wreckage, burnt out
And above me head everyday, an angry, hated rain cloud
Spitting down cold spite, ejecting painful flu type symptoms
Eclipsed by the night…Eyes agonising, patronising my system


Jus a lil taster of a song…1st verse

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