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
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Words In My Head
PoetryThe thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.
