Recover

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The florescent lights
The crashing drums, all feeling the great heights
As a Tsunami of music, blasting the bass, washing away all my worries.
Flashing lights, like liquor loosing control
High as a kite, leaving a hole
Me, drowning in their world
I was intoxicated, but now even more.
I didn't care, but i wanted more
I ignored them, calling me names
I am all in my music, not realising i cant breathe
Of coarse! it was a tsunami, so beautiful as a whole
But when it left, it left me alone
I couldn't take it
The lonliness was killing me
Here they come, my friends that heal.
Here they go, my friends that seal -the whole in my stomach
But when they leave. I am lost. It happens so often, I am high then I am low.
I always sigh, getting deafeated by my foes.
The mood swings are so bumpy
What is that called?
Won't answer myself
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