6 July 2012
Have to find another way To let my mind recover Another morning feeling dirty Fragile, depressed and hungover.
An outcast from society, I can't handle sobriety. My bed is stained with sweat and worse When did life become a curse?
Once upon a time I had a family I wonder if they ever think of me. A yellowed picture of happier times Unforgiven for my crimes.
I reach out from where I lie Past the portrait that makes me cry. My cheek is scarred from years of tears I open the first of many beers.
Beers And Tears • Opuss № I