When I am alone,
I feel empty,
I drink myself to forgetfullness,
Of reality.
I keep myself busy,
With work and friends,
But the emptyness finds me,
It never ends,
I cant sleep,
I lay in this empty bed,
I want to drown,
These thoughts from my head,
I walk through the dark,
To find some peace,
Yet only this bottle,
Gives me release.
Friends arent around,
What do I do?
Drink to forget,
And drown out the sound,
Each time I remember,
I take a shot,
The emptyness is filled,
With what I forgot.
