Little Rhymes (no titles, not complete)

Bottled Cure?

There is such sadness and pain inside of me
The abuse I’ve gone through cause’s misery
With a bottle of pills it’s all gone, don’t you see?

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I don’t remember but I feel so sure
and in my bottle of booze there’s a cure
The pain in my life, is too much to endure
So I bury myself in a liqueur

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In the morning I feel like shit,
But don’t you see it was well worth the hit?
I hate the person I am, and although I don’t like to admit
If I’m truthful this life I should quit

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These men who are so cocksure
Can see I’m a cheap fucking whore
They fuck me; they use me, and then flip me over for more
Do I deserve it, I’m just so unsure

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I know all that I am is a cheap fuck
So what do I care if they treat me like muck
I feel sick when they force me to suck
But fuck it, that’s just my luck.

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I started coping with pain by carving
Then started to make myself starving
Did this really all start when I was a Halfling?

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Men use me for their own sexual pleasure
So I make my drink a double measure
All because i was daddy's little treasure?