Fit in
Flashy lights and smoke encircling
What a great life, oh so enchanting
Cups overflowing with liquor of riches
Clicking bottles, screaming bitches
I walked with them and fake laughed
Dragged my first puff and I coughed
Settling for the cheapest beverage
I listened how my life's just average
The constant, nagging need to fit in
Has already broken me from within
Everything's fun and games on crack
Until my inner demons scream back
I avoid the entrapments to avoid me
My vulnerability is not for world to see
I'll drink fancy liquors slow and dull
Pretending my glass is always full
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