Policy of Truth?

Inspired by This crap

Nightstand’s full of bottles

“I’d never drink again”

The phone with texts and photos

“I’d never send to him”

My brain’s got all these thoughts and

“We agreed to stop thinkin’ ‘em”

Around these fucking cycles

Why can’t it break and end?

The more it happens I fought it

“It must have should have been!”

But if I start repeating these beatings in

The things I said “would end”

I keep asking you to be mine

Yet clearly won’t be my own friend.

If I was

I know I

wouldn’t be doing any of this again.

Never again, was what I swore, how many times before?

How the fuck am I back in the time before?

Wa wa wa wa wa waaooooo

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