I sit alone in the dark
in my bedroom
with my back against the wall
starring out the window
counting the stars
asking god why i was cursed with this
this disease, my addiction to the crimson liquid
no one sees me, but the silver moon
every night i sit here
wondering why i conflict all this pain among myself
i don't really know why
i try to get help, maybe go to a program like alcoholics anonymous
no one cares, but the silver moon
