Shallow drinks of my beer
just to help keep me clear...

Title: Awake and sick
By:Braeden Monks...

Why do we have to talk
I wanna die on my sofa...

There's a ring where the liquor
came off the cup...

I hear it in my brain
That drives me insane...

In the darkness of the day
on your own dying day...

I barely cope
I have been depending on hope...

Finish my drink
That's when I best think...

I lay on the floor
4 feet in front of the door...

I can't write
Everything I say...

I want to feel wanted
For a once to be thought of...

This is pain
Drives me insane...