The bottle lays by my side,
As I lay passed out on the floor.
Moments are passing by faster and faster in
my life.
I take another drink of the whiskey,
Whom drowns all my worries and fears.
The bleed stopping to flow,
Why are you doing this to me?
The only way out, my heart feels the need to
over drain with the alcohol.
The tears of mine are the whisky and
the blood showing through.
I cut my wrist to watch the alcohol,
Pour out and no blood to stain my fears.
I hope to show the alcohol is my answer.
The only answer I feel is the right one.
Cut me open, I dare you.
Make me cry, I'll watch you.
Say Good-Bye, I'll wait for you.
The alcohol pours fully out and I am nothing
left right there, in front of you.
