It shimmered, lighting up the room.
In return, giving off a nasty fume.
But it didn't matter, it still cured her pain.
And she felt free with no restraints.
Cause no one saw the demons inside.
She kept it hidden, forcing them to hide.
And if someone asked why there's tears in her eyes,
She's reply, "Just tired, that's all, I'm fine."
That's why she drank, so she could forget.
So she could stop living her life in regret.
It smelled, it burned, and tasted bad.
But it cured her from the pain she had.
So off she went, drinking every bottle.
Living life with no role model.
