Pour myself another as i empty inside.
Hide behind a bottle, as i drink up my pride.
No worries, not a care, crosses my mind.
So i pour myself another, to this false hope i'm resigned.
The bottom of a bottle, and the start of something new.
The top of another, every cause is left un-true.
So i pour myself another as my life force fades away.
Pour myself another to remember better days.
An addiction, fine tuned reality. Blury and false.
A haven for the hopeless, living with no cause.
The Bitter taste of regret,
Swallowing my sadness.
Pour myself another, become acustomed to this madness.
Sober thoughts a memory.
Drunken words my truths.
Bring me back my dreams.
Bring me back to you.
~Larko
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