My Own Worst Enemy.

By Lit

It’s no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy…

’cause every now and then, I kick the living shit outta me…

the smoke alarm is going off and there’s a cigarette – still burning…

Please tell me why –

the car is in the front yard, and I –

am sleeping with my clothes on –

I came in through the window, last night…

and you’re gone…gone.

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