Woke up this morning
With a migraine
Picked up a glass
And filled it with tea
I was sat on the stairsIt's some regular stuff
I do this everyday
Filling a glass with tea
Sounds weird
But I do it anywayI'm sipping with a straw
And I'm staring at my reflection
Then I'm laughing
Cause I'm out of my mind
And this is what crazy does to meI'm home alone
House is quiet
My head is scattered
Thoughts running free
Then I close my eyesI'm in my world now
In my hand is a glass of thoughts
And every sip brings you to life
Should I let the glass fall?
Or should I drink it all?Please comment and crictize, much love.
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