Life Of An Alcoholic

Sun rises as I stagger drunk up the road unco-ordinatedly.
Resting in a bus stop, looking at a bottle in my hand that's empty.

I keep looking for something I cant find, only the end of the drink.
So absent of hope, a weight on my heart so bad it can only sink.

Where do I go? Where is my home? How did I end up all alone?
No money on me and a dead battery on my mobile phone.

Scuffed shoes and a tattered bloodied up shirt from a fight.
Bruised and cut knuckles but a blank memory of last night?

I'm blind from drink, my life is as empty as this bottle beside me.
I know it'll go to far and one day somone will have to find me.

Dirty and dead laying cold in a field or a hidden ditch.
Why has this life gotta act like such an unforgiving bitch?

The bottle seems to be my only friend, living alone at the bottom.
Pushed every one who ever loved me away an' now i'm forgotten.

Waiting to be saved by some kinda angel or hero of some sort.
Who knew as a kid, I'd end up this way? I'd never have thought...

Fustration and confusion my mind is all battered and bruised.
No one can save me from this life now my mind has been abused.

So here's my life this is just the way I am, super hero's don't exist.
Past memories are so bad, So i've spent the last few months pissed.