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Drunk.

Tripping over feet and kicking empty bottles-

No where to turn no where to hide.

Cops.

A blur of lights flashing blue and red.

No where to turn no where to hide. 

Lost.

Feel the cold cuffs hug my scummy wrists. 

No where to turn no where to hide.

I'm worth nothing.

Why?

Sometimes mistakes are bigger than they seem.

No where to turn, no where to hide.

Life.

We learn, and we move on-

but we don't let go.

No where to turn, no where to hide.