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It's Not So Kind
Robbie Houston

It’s Not So Kind
Some days you find your stride
Some days you can’t describe
Some days you count your blessings
I chose a new disguise
I chose another lie
I chose to turn the other way
It goes in spades sometimes
All the light subsides
And you forget where you begin
Because sometimes
It’s not so kind
It’s not so kind
This life
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Pour me the darkest wine
I’ll smoke your life supply
I’m over done with numbing out
Can’t stand another line
All these thoughts of mine
The worst of days I could describe
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Through all the haze
And all the rain
And all the ways you soil your brain
And all the blame
You compromise your name
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