Mr. Daniel you know me well
I have a taste of you everyday
You're my therapist I must say
It's pathetic, but I don't care.
Mr. Daniel can you feel my pain?
With every sip I drown myself
I look in a mirror with glass in my hand
Seeing a reflection of my lost self
Mr. Daniel you're the only man
I can count on every night and day
The feeling you give me is the best
But in the morning I'll regret it again.
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Poetry, Interrupted
Poetry"Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupte...
