The Bottle Blues
I close my eyes,
I'm force to see through my sense of touch
I'm afraid to walk
I've grown suspicious of your trust.
Don't feel offended,
I'm just that way, a little fucked up.
You might say,
that it's all in my head,
but I'm as serious as they come.
I'm weary of the lies,
I'm tired of the games.
I've opened up just to hurt,
and sooner or later they forget my name.
They take what little light I have,
And leave me with words.
Using the same lame ass excuses,
that they think I haven't already heard.
What does it take to stop the bullshit?
I'm drinking the bottle alone cause I don't want to handle it.
I keep on sinking
with no air to breathe, I'm drowning,
Love evades me
I keep on falling,
bewitched by the sound of my crying.
I'm spinning,
colors dancing before my eyes,
like deep purples hues,
singing to me are the Bottle Blues.
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I don't encourage Alcoholism.
Drinking is fine if you keep it moderate.
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