The Bottle Blues

I close my eyes,
       I'm force to see through my sense of touch
I'm afraid to walk
       For I don't trust your sense of love
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 can´t handle it.

I keep on sinking and with no air to breathe, I´m drowning,

Love evades me as I keep on falling,

bewitched by the sound of my crying.

The Bottles Blues.

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