half empty
half full
what a load
of Bull
                              who can 
honestly spare
a moment
to care
                              what is in
the glass
before you drink 
another mass
                              just to see 
the night through
before the morning
kills you
                              like the one
before
and every day
more
                              so drink 
while you dare,
while your soul
is still there
                              no, it isn't fair
but who's out there
to care?
                              I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
                              I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist
                              I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry
                              I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
                              But I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes
                              Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight
                              Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes
                              Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight
                              On for tonight
                              Dedicated to takemetow_nderland, thank you for all of your votes, kind comments and being an amazing friend xxx
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
 
                                               
                                                  