Bill Wilson
All my junky friends are getting straight jobs
Trading in their hearts for second placeEverybody on this planet is lostI feel like Bill Wilson broke my legsOh my darling how come you look nervousIs it cause my lips are turning blueI can tell that you don't think I'm worthlessI wish i could think the way you do.I don't want to party anymore than i have
I just want to make it in your worldMake it in your world.Everyone says i should get a sponserSomeone I can call on everydayTell hime everything that i've been thinkingThrow my poison flower on his graveIt's been so long since I've made a meetingCause they always say the same thing twice.I guess I would rather just be myself.Instead of always trying to get niceIn this room the wheelchairs are on firePeople here are made of ice and saltRaising hands in brave communicationBreaking over what the public thoughtAfterward we count our time like moneyHolding hads in circles made of prayerWhen your with them you feel like your familyBut when your gone It's like you were never there
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