Your Fault
Through bloodshot eyes, the morning seems
To be a nightmare, rather than dream.
Though the sky is bright and ever blue
I will always see it as gray, because of you.
My night of last, was with all my friends;
My bottle buddies, means to an end.
When Johnnie came along, walking with Jim,
Jose and Jack made me jump in for a swim.
When I dried off, where I am right now
I realized your effect is lasting somehow.
No more of these friends, do I really need
But since you have left, it is me that they bleed.
So, take it to heart when I write you these words
This is your entire fault, though it sounds quite absurd.
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