Drinking Away My Pain (Glosa Verse)

Hinder- Bliss(I Don't Want To Know)

I don't wanna know it's over, save your goodbye kiss
I don't want to know it's over, cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see what's in front of me
Cause the vodka's running on empty, I can't stay sober
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I hear your voice whisper the words, I pray it's a dream.
More of a nightmare; my romance coming to an end.
Tears fall like rain from my porcelain eyes.
Someone pick up the remains of my shattered heart-
My Ipod on full blast, music always takes away the pain.
Blocking out the rest of the world, "ignorance is bliss;"
Pretending has always been my [better] talent.
Making you happy used to be the first, that was long ago
Now I will be forced to pretend your not the one I miss..
"I don't wanna know it's over, save your goodbye kiss"

I tell the bartender to pour me another drink,
Attempting to drink until I am numb from all the pain;
Promise myself that this is the last one for tonight..
Tomorrow I will wake up with my heartbeat in my head,
Sweetie, just know all that I have done is all for you,
Another drink in my hand, alone again I reminisce.
A few more prayers for my heartache to diminish,
It only gets worse as the truth continues to settle;
Slowly loosing my life, I long for your kiss.
"I don't want to know it's over, cause ignorance is bliss"

Another round and it's just a little after midnight.
Whose arms are you in now? Those of who replaced me;
My wording is slurred- my broken heart beyond repair,
"Cold sheets remind me of what you said"
Still pretending, seeking to drink away my life with you.
You have now committed murder of the highest degree;
My life stripped away and my heart torn entirely apart,
I down one more drink- mumble this will be the last;
What a pitiful site; Me drowning in our debris...
"I can hardly see what's in front of me"

Will I ever crawl out of this hole I have created-
My mind is spinning as I take another shot;
The bartender pours me another one [all for you]
I don't bother lying I know this will not be the last,
No amount of alcohol could take away my pain...
"I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know it's over"
This is a nightmare, it is all make-believe;
The alcohol is finally getting to me- I know it's true,
It is time to go home, the night like us is finally over-
"Cause the vodka's running on empty I can't stay sober"

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[My first Glosa Verse. I loved writing this however. I hope everyone enjoys]

Glosa-Verse: A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.